Thursday, May 22, 2008

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Monday, May 19, 2008

Ride Hard, Ride Wet

I put this trip off for weeks. Busy, busy, busy. Springtime in Kentucky. By laast Thursday I had put it off for another three days and things were starting to crowd in agian. Phuck it. I'm goin'.

The Mighty GS was loaded like an alpine sherpa; Sleeping bag, tent, cookstove, clothes, laptop, cameras... Hey I was a Boy Scout! Be prepared was our motto!

So, I don't much more than get geared up and let the clutch out when the sky opens up to rainin' buckets. I wasn't worried; I remembered to don my super-duper, double top secret, crashproof, waterproof, abrasionproof, fireproof, weatherproof, high fashion kevlar riding suit which to date has never let me down.

Then it really started rainin'. I couldn't see much from the sheeting on my visor, so I pulled off the next rural Kentucky exit and found an auto parts store. I was one wet puppy, y'all. I made puddles where I walked. Folks were definitely wonderin' what the hell had just rolled in on 'em.

I found the RainX and proceeded to the counter. The fella checkin' my out who looked to be about 45 said, "It sure don't look like a very good day to be ridin'!"
My brain to mouth filter had become disengaged from the irritation of having to stop only a couple of hundred miles into my ride so I said the first thing to come to my mind:
"Not if you're a candyassed harley rider it isn't."

You should have seen the shock! His eyes bugged out like a deer in the headlights and with a soft/hurt voice he said, "I never heard that before."

I took my change and left. Later I got to thinkin' about what a job harley marketing has done on 95% of the american population. It their genius at marketing could be transferred to their engineering and manufacturing departments they would set the world on fire.