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Eeww and motorcycles
Jun. 4th, 2005 09:25 pmIt has been a long day on the back of the new bike.
This morning started out with the Teddy Bear run in the Kick off to Summer parade. It would have been fine except for the idiots directly in front of us. First of all, she is throwing candy to the kids - this means those following are having to avoid brain damaged children rushing out into the street (next to the 750+ lbs. of not exactly the most stable machinery on 2 wheels since we were going so slow - aka: NETMSMO2WSWWGSS), encouraged by their equally brain damaged parents (almost hit one of them too)for a lousy cheap piece of candy. Note to self: when on 2 wheels, it is not suggested that you begin to cuss out other drivers or people since they can pull you off the bike (or run you off the road). Not only were they throwing candy, these people couldn't hold on to the teddy bears that they had and kept dropping them (I am sure the sick children who were getting those bears appreciated the extra road dirt on them). We even had a lady attempt to throw a bear at us (from 2 feet away) and miss. Lady, do not throw something to the person operating the 750+ NETMSMO2WSWWGSS. Hand it to the passenger, she is not in charge of the 750+ lbs. NETMSMO2WSWWGSS and is much more likely able to "catch" your bear. Better yet, hand them to us.
We then went to an aquaintance's garage sale. Maybe I don't get it but I don't go to someone's yard sale and sit my butt down in their garage and settle in to spend the day and demand the host feed them. They had nothing we wanted, we left (and I am sure we were talked about that we didn't involve ourselves in the group - hello, it was boring).
I wanted to keep riding (my butt was not numb yet) so we went out to West Richland and the back way to where Mark works. I was a bad biker girl and did not have socks on with my sneakers (2 bads there, no socks and sneakers). I kept feeling something hitting my legs and it hurt (well, anything hurts at 60 mph). Came home to find out I was being attacked by suicidal Mormon Crickets (which are not really a cricket - see: http://www.sdvc.uwyo.edu/grasshopper/ansi.htm and http://www.accem.org/mormoncrickets.html .
Having a week moment, I thought we should ride further (after putting on the boots so that if suicidal crickets continued to use my ankles as a path to the other side, I wouldn't feel it). We rode for 1 1/2 hours to Walla- Walla (home of onions and a large jail currently having the Green River Killer as one of its guests) and then south to Oregon to drop in on a Goldwing Rally. Saw some friends, taught a little girl how to play poker (and I let her win) and then we rode back (stopped for dinner on the way).
This morning started out with the Teddy Bear run in the Kick off to Summer parade. It would have been fine except for the idiots directly in front of us. First of all, she is throwing candy to the kids - this means those following are having to avoid brain damaged children rushing out into the street (next to the 750+ lbs. of not exactly the most stable machinery on 2 wheels since we were going so slow - aka: NETMSMO2WSWWGSS), encouraged by their equally brain damaged parents (almost hit one of them too)for a lousy cheap piece of candy. Note to self: when on 2 wheels, it is not suggested that you begin to cuss out other drivers or people since they can pull you off the bike (or run you off the road). Not only were they throwing candy, these people couldn't hold on to the teddy bears that they had and kept dropping them (I am sure the sick children who were getting those bears appreciated the extra road dirt on them). We even had a lady attempt to throw a bear at us (from 2 feet away) and miss. Lady, do not throw something to the person operating the 750+ NETMSMO2WSWWGSS. Hand it to the passenger, she is not in charge of the 750+ lbs. NETMSMO2WSWWGSS and is much more likely able to "catch" your bear. Better yet, hand them to us.
We then went to an aquaintance's garage sale. Maybe I don't get it but I don't go to someone's yard sale and sit my butt down in their garage and settle in to spend the day and demand the host feed them. They had nothing we wanted, we left (and I am sure we were talked about that we didn't involve ourselves in the group - hello, it was boring).
I wanted to keep riding (my butt was not numb yet) so we went out to West Richland and the back way to where Mark works. I was a bad biker girl and did not have socks on with my sneakers (2 bads there, no socks and sneakers). I kept feeling something hitting my legs and it hurt (well, anything hurts at 60 mph). Came home to find out I was being attacked by suicidal Mormon Crickets (which are not really a cricket - see: http://www.sdvc.uwyo.edu/grasshopper/ansi.htm and http://www.accem.org/mormoncrickets.html .
Having a week moment, I thought we should ride further (after putting on the boots so that if suicidal crickets continued to use my ankles as a path to the other side, I wouldn't feel it). We rode for 1 1/2 hours to Walla- Walla (home of onions and a large jail currently having the Green River Killer as one of its guests) and then south to Oregon to drop in on a Goldwing Rally. Saw some friends, taught a little girl how to play poker (and I let her win) and then we rode back (stopped for dinner on the way).
