You Can Never Be Too Careful or Too Visible

I just read an article this morning about a horrific motorcycle accident in Phoenix, Arizona (http://my.earthlink.net/article/us?guid=20100326/b7a7627b-f469-4a43-9073-a3a2c4d966d4).

I'm sure most of you are like me, very careful when we're out there on the roads.  Heck, I know from driving in a truck that people don't see my in my big, honkin', 4-wheel drive truck at least 30% of the time, so I'm sure they're going to ignore me on my motorcycle 65-70% of the time.

Public Service Announcement: Get Out There and Ride to Work!

You know how good it makes you feel to get out there and ride.  Every day you can ride is just a little more adventurous and joyful because of the opportunity.  Did you know that it can make your co-workers happy also?

Who Doesn't Love Mystery Meat?!

Ok, so this won't exactly be your regular motorcycle article, but it may garner a laugh or two.  I participated in a fun writing exercise this year, a contest sponsored by the public library in Centerville, Ohio, which hosts the Erma Bombeck Writing Contest.  Well, I didn't win exactly, and alas mine wasn't the only one left out in the cold, but I found a term for my condition:  "Adjacent Winning" or "Leftovers: Failed Entries from the Erma Bombeck Writing Contest" as coined over at the "Life Just Keeps Getting Weirder" blog (where you can go for some additional chuckles at others expense).

I figured that my entry would be most appropriately labeled as "mystery meat", so here goes:

Spring Erupts

I love the smell of motorcycle exhaust fumes in the morning! 

I wrote a haiku last spring and it suits today perfectly:

spring erupts
chrome pipes boom
motorcycles gleam brightly

Hard-Core Buns of Iced Steel

This morning was sunny, a really beautiful day, the kind of day that would lead one to bad thoughts of turning the truck around and calling in sick, if it was say 60 degrees or so.  Just as that thought was filling my head and I was beginning to think spring-like thoughts I looked ahead of me, at the intersection and there was a fella on his Harley, making a right.  My butt warmer was finally starting to warm my butt, my hands were still cramping in my fuzzy little gloves, and I glanced up at my temperature gauge 27degrees.  A chill ran down my spine.