GigOne
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Took the 2 rugrats to the library this afternoon. Decided to go for a motorcycle ride when we return to the abode. Got home, changed clothes, grabbed the helmet, pulled the bike out of the shed, kicked it over (please keep in mind ~ it's a big V-Twin). . .and I'm gone.
The route today was planned for 100 miles. Nice winding roads with long some long stretches thrown in for some kicks.
Had to stop for gas at the halfway point. No concerns ~ yet. . . Made the turn-around at the next turn off. Approximately 1/3 of the way home I stopped by a newly opened "Indian" dealership. . .to see what they're pimpin'. . .
Jumped off of the bike and strolled around the 10 bikes that they had on display outside. Had a mix of "Chief's, Scout's amd Spirit's." Went inside to see what else they had available/offering. . .
Was talking to one of the salesmen. . .put my right hand in my right front jeans pocket. . .<font color=red>SHOCK raced across my face and body ! WTF ! ! </font>. The saleman gives me a very strange look and asks, "Are you OK ? Is there something wrong ?"
Evidently. . .it was that evident ! lol
I told him that it was nothing. . .
For the next 20 minutes. . .and as I'm talking to "sell ya a bike guy". . .my mind is in my right front pocket, where I made stops and the entire trip route.
Jezzzz. . . (actually, worse language was being heard in my head !). . .
The rest of the way home was pure hell. I kept calling myself names. . .asking myself why I hadn't put the blade in a horizontal sheath for the ride (generally where I carry on these trips). . .etc. . .
MAN ! ! !
Finally, got home. . .head hung low over dropping a brand new small classic Sebi ! I had pretty much mentally beat myself almost to death by the time that I got home !
Put the bike in the shed and went into the house to grab a Heineken to throw down my neck. . .before raggin' down the scoot. . .
Made a swing by the computer ~ ~ low and behold ~ ~ a small classic Sebi. . .
I'm no longer a dick! ! !
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Livin' Life ~ Full Throttle
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The route today was planned for 100 miles. Nice winding roads with long some long stretches thrown in for some kicks.
Had to stop for gas at the halfway point. No concerns ~ yet. . . Made the turn-around at the next turn off. Approximately 1/3 of the way home I stopped by a newly opened "Indian" dealership. . .to see what they're pimpin'. . .
Jumped off of the bike and strolled around the 10 bikes that they had on display outside. Had a mix of "Chief's, Scout's amd Spirit's." Went inside to see what else they had available/offering. . .
Was talking to one of the salesmen. . .put my right hand in my right front jeans pocket. . .<font color=red>SHOCK raced across my face and body ! WTF ! ! </font>. The saleman gives me a very strange look and asks, "Are you OK ? Is there something wrong ?"
Evidently. . .it was that evident ! lol
I told him that it was nothing. . .
For the next 20 minutes. . .and as I'm talking to "sell ya a bike guy". . .my mind is in my right front pocket, where I made stops and the entire trip route.
Jezzzz. . . (actually, worse language was being heard in my head !). . .
The rest of the way home was pure hell. I kept calling myself names. . .asking myself why I hadn't put the blade in a horizontal sheath for the ride (generally where I carry on these trips). . .etc. . .
MAN ! ! !
Finally, got home. . .head hung low over dropping a brand new small classic Sebi ! I had pretty much mentally beat myself almost to death by the time that I got home !
Put the bike in the shed and went into the house to grab a Heineken to throw down my neck. . .before raggin' down the scoot. . .
Made a swing by the computer ~ ~ low and behold ~ ~ a small classic Sebi. . .
I'm no longer a dick! ! !
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Livin' Life ~ Full Throttle
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