awful day...
Gayathri
This has got to be the absolutely worse day of my life.
Worse than the day I lost health insurance.
Worse than ... worse than being a teenager...
First, I almost get killed on the way to work by some idiot
in a POAS car, like a chevy or something old and beat up
that cant figure out that there are two lanes on Memorial Drive
and tries to push me off... I am glad that Pickle has just enough
pickup at 3500 to 6000 rpms to add a third to my speed... so I avoided
that by speeding up.
Then some idiot STOPS inthe middle of a traffic circle, where HE
has the right of way to let someone ON the circle, who had stopped to
yield to the stupid car, and ME (who was behind him, practicing
going 'round a curve at speed) Good thing I know how to swerve.
(I leaned in tighter, and curved around stopped car, and passed entering
car...) gack.
Then, my parking spot next to the garbage dump thing at Coolidge Corner
is taken, buy some cage! (Who should be using a metered spot, not blocking
the garbage dump thing) (Which I dont block with my bike, and the owners
of the dump thing dont care...)
So, of course, Brookline being what it is... I get a ticket. Parking on
Sidewalk. (Yea, I knew it was a side walk, but not in anyone's way...)
OKOK, the ticket wouldnt have been so bad, except it meant someone touched
my baby. poor Pickle... I hate when people touch some of my stuff...
my bike, my leathers, my teddy bear...
But what is worse than that, is those tickets have these sticky things so
the damn peice of paper doesnt become a piece of litter...
Take a wild guess at what wont come off the tank... go ahead. Guess.
So now, this strip of paper is stuck on the tank, (the ticket itself is
in my pocket) and I am mad as hell... The hairdryer trick had best work
and the city of Brookline is still getting a nasty letter from me.
That ticket could have been placed on the seat, under the seat, on
something flat and non-painted that could have been scraped...
sigh.
so i get on the bike, and drive home.
i go to the gas station, since she needs gas, and the attendant flips when
he sees the strip of paper... he couldnt believe I got a ticket, and
he was totally angry that they put it on the tank...
I accidentally leave my backpak at the gas station, and dont realize it
until I am almost all the way home.
I turn around and go back...
On the way back, there is this light on Rt 28 which is a left turn for
people on 28 N wanting to turn into the parking lot of the shopping mall
type place. I, on 28 S, would have a red light, when those on 28 N have a
green to make this left turn.
As i am heading towards this light, three cars make a left on red...
I think, "How dumb. its dark..."
I see a three cars stopped at the light. And I have a car behind me and to
my right, so I cant get into the middle lane. (I am in left lane)
Just as I am about to pass thru this mini intersection (with a green light)
one of those cars pulls out.
Right in front of me. No time to stop, tho my immediate reaction was to hit the
brakes hard enough I locked the back wheel. (Bad Gayathri, no donut)
But as soon as I realized that I was locking, I let up, and then realized I
couldnt serve into the other lane, since the car was still there.
(What was that turning car thinking?)
I swerve anyway, and hit the throttle. (Thank you, honda, for having such
good power curves...)
I stay in my lane, squeezing by the turning car, who has thankfully stood
on his brakes, miss the car in the lane next to me, and speed off...
I am breathing so hard, I fogged up my visor.
I get my backpack, drive home, park the bike, come into the house and cry...
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I think I am going to bed now... I am still shaking. Poor Pickle.
So I guess my question is, how do I stop my mirror from fogging...
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Gayathri Kamath gaya...@world.std.com Calamari Club #002
When a shepherd goes to kill a wolf, and takes his dog along to see
the sport, he should take care to avoid mistakes. The dog has
certain relationships to the wolf the shepherd may have forgotten.
--Robert Pirsig, "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"
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Gen M. Kanai
So I guess my question is, how do I stop my mirror from fogging...
Gayathri,
I'm sorry that you had such a frightful day. I will point out that you were
able to avoid all those potential accidents on Pickle and that's something to
put back into the files and remember.
In your emotion I think you might have mistaken "mirror" for visor. If you
are having visor fogging problems, invest in a Fog City Face shield,
especially for this incoming winter air that is so conducive to fogging. It
does a great job. Take the time to put it on properly, its not so easy. It
is easily the most effective way to stop fogging and I consider it one of the
most important add-ons to my equiptment. Please seriously consider this
option. It works so well that I am continually amazed. The drawback is a
little more glare at night, but its worth it. I bought them for my friends
and they love it as well.
Have you considered a tank bag for Pickle instead of a backpack that you may
forget somewhere else? They carry weight on motorcycles much better as its
on the bike not your back.
Just a few thoughts from a lowly .edu-breath...
Gen Kanai
CB700SC "BlackHawk (w/a little red too)"