Things That My Motorcycle Taught Me:
(With all due respect to the bikers on the forum, and elsewhere)
1. The only good view of a thunderstorm is in your rear view mirror.
2. Four wheels might move the body . . . But two wheels move the soul.
3. I’d rather be riding my motorcycle and thinking about God than sitting in Church and thinking about my motorcycle.
4. Life may begin at 30 . . . But it doesn’t get interesting until about 95 . . . mph!!!
5. Midnight bugs taste just as bad as noontime bugs.
6. Sometimes it takes a whole tank of gas before you can think straight.
7. A bike on the road is worth two in the shed.
8. Young riders pick a destination and go . . . Old riders pick a direction and go. . .
9. When you are riding lead, don’t spit.
10. Catching a yellow jacket in yur shirt at 75 mph can double your vocabulary.
11. I’ve never seen a motorcycle parked outside a psychiatrist’s office.
12. Only bikers know why dogs stick head out car window.
Fully agreed.
Some time back Money Penny and I decided to take the last ride of the season. We visited a "Honey Festival" and dropped by some friends place to help them string Christmas lights and "hydrate".
Anyway, on the way back there's a nice flat four mile stretch of 'Old 66' (THE Mother Road) with no cross-streets. I decided it was a good time to take Momma and myself to a "buck-ten", just to see if it still feels like I remember.
Around 100 mph she started patting me on the shoulder. I figured it meant "OK...enough". Then she started pounding on my shoulder...
I shut it down slow...took it off warp drive and got back to impulse power. When we slowed down enough to talk I found out that her sunglasses had blown up under her scarf. Her scarf (tied under her chin at the neck) had then filled with the wind and was choking her enough that she couldn't breath...almost took her off the back of the bike!
We lived.
Catchin' bugs is some of the best therapy in the world.
