Salutations Typospherians!
I have a guest blogger tonight, my lovely hubs, the one and only Doomsday Machine! Enjoy!
Picture it:
Beautiful day. High seventies, mellow breeze, clear skies, and lots of other bikers on the road tossing out smiles and greetings. Little traffic, mindful drivers, fairly smooth roads. A picture perfect ride through town...until...
You know that moment, as you drive/ride down the freeway, where a big truck up ahead kicks up a rock? You watch it rapidly grow larger as distance closes, the brief moment seeming like an eternity as you realize things are about to turn bad. Thwack! Crack! Pap! Oww!
...Now, imagine that it came at an angle, not from a truck, but from a tree. NOW imagine that it's not a rock at all, but a PISSED-THE-FRACK-OFF WASP! No, wait! It gets even better! This Pissed-The-Frack-Off wasp completely misses the front of the motorcycle. It completely misses the full face of your very protective Shoei helm. Instead, it slams right into the middle of your collar bone, right where the collar of your shirt hangs open, and falls RIGHT INTO YOUR DAMN CLOTHES!
FORTY FIVE MILES PER HOUR, ON A BLASTED LUNCHBREAK, AND A PISSED-THE-FRACK-OFF WASP IS FLIPPING OUT INSIDE OF MY SHIRT REPEATEDLY STINGING THE EVER-LOVING BAJEEZUS OUT OF ME!
I pulled over really quick, flipped my killswitch, and frantically ripped my own shirt apart on the side of a busy road at 1:30 Saturday afternoon. I'm sure every passerby had an interesting story to tell, once they arrived at their destination. I know I did. Let it be known that my darling, beloved Madame Mohawk (Anna), laughed at my misfortune...and does so even now as I type.
F my life.
--Doomsday Machine
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Hubs lovely Indian clone, a 2000 Kawasaki VN-1500J Drifter.
The Burro.
Yep, this is my helmet. With a mohawk on it. Cause that's how I roll. It helps keep me visible to motorists and generally brings smiles all-around.
The horse. Not quite ready to get back on her yet, but I'm getting there. I really miss riding!
Random Ophelia update: At almost nine months old, she's getting huge. She is the sweetest cat I've ever met in my life, as well as the most hyper. She's been very therapeutic for me and I don't know what I'd do without her, even though she likes to be a gremlin and get into things I'm working on--or typers I'm working on--because I'm paying attention to something besides her!
Teeritz, here's a photo of the back of my watch. I think one of the problems with it keeping time is that I haven't been all that active since I got it. That's been changing rapidly though, and it seems the more I wear it while active, the better it runs.
I have to add a special thank-you to Mike and Mike of Riverside Scooters for getting my scoot running the way it should, not only after sitting for fourteen months, but really for the first time ever. It hasn't ran so well in the entire time I've owned it; it's like a brand new machine! Be expecting a Yelp review, guys! And to my typing friends in this area who may be interested in getting a scooter, go see Mike. He has a really wonderful selection, great prices, a kick-butt warranty and is just an all-round nice guy. He'll treat you right!
Keep the rubber side down and the shiny side up,
Anna S.
(So Teeritz, am I correct in my assumption that this watch probably needs a service? Also, I'd love to know your opinion on Ballast watches. Thanks!)
You can take a look at the website of my awesome neighbors here. Thanks again guys, and do you need another Galactic Ambassador? I'm in the job market right now and can get you a resume immediately.
Note: this first post may be a bit difficult to read. Please let me know if it is and I'll transcribe it.
(PS-Sorry for the ginormous size! Has to do with the QDL not liking the paper.)
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