Thursday, October 20, 2005
100 Miles on Lilith...Just to Ride it Off
Well, I went on my motorcycle ride and had a blast.
The weather was coolish, the sun was out, and the traffic was...well, typical.
So, I put about sixty miles on the Ole' Gal and then had a revelation:
I need to do a post about Motorcycle Peeves.
1. Falling leaves hurt when propelled at you at sixty miles per hour.
2. Trucks smell yucky.
3. You get a whole new appreciation for roadkill when you're swervingaround it. Or stopped over it.
4. People really don't look for you.
5. Your butt gets sore after awhile.
6. Freaky men stare at you if you are a female (or a male, maybe).
7. If you don't have highway pegs, your legs get crampy.
8. God help you if a bee flies into your helmet. I should know; this has happened to me.
9. Emotional reactions will kill you. I should remember this in everyday life, as well.
10. Stay Away from Cadillacs. Period.
And finally, the WORST pet peeve ever:
11. Sneezing in a helmet. Four times. While riding.
Enough said?
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