First the boots, and now the gloves.
In a crash the rest of me may be destroyed, but my hands will live on.
I always wanted my own gauntlets.
Rode my new motorcycle even farther today… all the way to Daly City. I actually toyed with the idea of going all the way to Pacifica, but the way I know to get there involves a real highway portion of Route 1, and I’m not quite comfortable enough on the bike (having ridden on the streets less than two days) for the freeway. Route 35 was scary enough because the wind was pretty high. Getting pushed around by crosswinds … Read the rest
My downstairs neighbors had a party last night. I’m getting old over here and what would have been a nice tame party when I was twenty turned out to be an insanely crowded drunken explosion. They had drinking games set up in the garage, and I have no idea what the rules were. I never could follow the rules of a drinking game when I was drinking, and frankly never cared to. Drinking games were invented to be lost, weren’t … Read the rest
Wow.
No, I mean WOW.
I thought I was crazy. Perhaps I still think I’m crazy. But this is good crazy.
I was terrified of this thing, and perhaps I was right to be. I still am. I almost didn’t do anything but take it straight home (well, after bringing it by Muddy’s to show off, of course.) My friend Rick told me I HAD to ride it, but prudence was winning. After all, stalling out in the middle of Van Ness … Read the rest