It started out great! Pretty weather, low humidity, perfect day to ride my motorcycle to work, right? Little did I know…
So I leave the house on time, and get out onto main street. First obstacle: flashing red light. Ok, no problem, don’t sweat it. 10 minutes later I’m on my way again.
I get to the longest stretch of “parkway,” where the speed limit is 55, and what do I see? Three miles of brake lights. Another freaking flashing red light!!! “Ok,” I say to myself. “You’re gonna be late. No big deal. It’s still a beautiful day, right? Right!”
So I putt down the road, going 5 mph. Lift feet a little, give it some gas, no need to change gears, stop. Over and over. My clutch hand is getting a little tired, but I can see the front of the line now.
<sniff> What is that smell? Is there a garbage truck near me? No. Ewww, what is that? ***Oh, gross!!! *** It’s a nasty, slimy, run-over, flat as a pancake possum! Disgusting!!! Thank you traffic, for making me sit next to the thing for almost a full minute, trying to hold my breath, and trying not to gag.
The rest of my ride was uneventful. I can only imagine the trip home!
I hate the smell of dead animal more than anything. Yuck. But it was a beautiful day.
I have a friend who routinely begins a sentence by saying ewwww. She’ll say “ewww, there was this guy at my gym” or “ewww, I woke up this morning and…”
I pick on her mercilessly about this. Perhaps it is a trend?
I’m glad you reminded me. I’m going to call her up later and say "ewww, it’s me, how ya doing?
Splitting the lanes was half the reason I even had a motorcycle. Not being able to split lanes is just dumb. It’s one of those things that works just fine in the states that have it, so why not have it? It’s like not being able to turn right on red. Why not? What horrible problem are you avoiding?
Ugh. There is nothing that reeks more than road kill in high heat. There was this one time my friend and I were walking down to the BP to get snacks and pop, and we passed this…thing, in the middle of the road, that was smashed and torn beyond recognition. The smell was indescribable. It was so overpowering, we spent about ten extra minutes hanging around the store to recover from the stench, and then went the long way around to get back to my house.
