The Heat Getting To Yah?

As I have been told by the Mayor before, my blog gets rather boring. Even my Dad told me that I missed writing on the Bears going back to camp. I knew about it but got lazy the last couple of days. Not much has been going on. Its been kind of slow.

I figured this next part was worth writing about. As I am coming home today, on the motorcycle, I come to a three way stop sign in a residential neighborhood. An elderly woman and I come to a complete stop, facing each other at the same time. We pull away in unison. As I look over at her, I see her shaking her head at me.

Has this ever happened to you? Someone gives you the finger or shakes their fist or shows something to show their disapproval? I did not rev the bike. I did come to a complete stop. I even had a helmet on even though no bike jacket. If I only knew what she was thinking.

The bike jacket? Somehow I managed to break the connector on the zipper. I don't recall forcing the darn thing. It is pretty much useless if I can't zipper it up. I did contact the company yesterday for repair assistance but I have not heard back. I tried to wear a sweatshirt to protect the arms but it is so fricken hot. I really wear the jacket for the protector plates in it. Hopefully, I will get it repaired soon. I really don't like riding without protecting. (insert jokes here)

Lastly, I encountered one more moron on the ride home. I ride up on a Trans Am with two young guys driving it. We were slightly going over the speed limit when I decide that I want to block traffic. As I pull away, the TA hits the gas and cuts in front of me moving from the right lane to the left of a four lane highway. I figured he was going to turn left at the upcoming intersection but he didn't. I think the jerk cut me off on purpose.

Of course I go into rage mode but realize that is not always the best thing to do on a sport bike. I eventually go past the guy and nothing happened. I gave him the mental finger and took off. I really wanted to tell him what I thought but figured that would not get me anywhere. I have learned to pick my battles. My luck is that I would get stuck at a long light with these ass clowns. It would not have been pretty.

OK, I feel better now.