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.
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.
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