Was around 11 am too.
Scary scary scary drivin.
And speaking of scary. I have what is the shortest, but quite possibly the funniest ride report ever.
Around 11 last night, Jen turns to me and says. I wanna ride. Take me for a ride. After seriously considering this proposition for a whole .004 seconds. I agreed and began gathering up gear. I don't have 2 sets, so i gussied and helped her put all the gear on, tightehed it up to the right degree etc....
aaaaaanyway. We just went about a mile down the road to the post office. Only I came back
We start off, and I make sure to take it easy. Extra smooth shifting, about 10 under the limit. We get to the post office and i yell back. Alright, we're stopped you can get off. (This is where I start to notice something has gone amiss. heh. hehehe.) A SPATE of cursing erupts behind me. References to my, and heh anyone who rides a bike sanity, probable family history, The lack of brain DNA...... And shes dismounting in one heckuva hurry.
By this point I'm having trouble holding the bike up for laughing. (Yes I know. laughing at a scared passenger on her first ride.... not good.) Anyway, In between death threats, talk of restraining orders, and a very compelling description of her recent conversion to rabid fundamentalist christianity..... I notice a set of very wide eyes, and a grin that just about knocks my visor off.
She proceeds to go diggin for post office keys. Still muttering. And sends me back up the road for a 2 wheeled times two conveyance. I ride up the road roaring laughter into my helmet. Manage to get buelah parked, strip off my gloves and coat and start haulin "O Ring" back in the car.
Jen comes bustling out, with a stack of mail in one hand. And an entire set of riding gear in the other. Sounding more than just a little like claire huxtible on a rant. Proceeds to let me know, that riding on a bike is "the most terryfying experience of my life. and you you crazy bastrd what the hell is wrong with you that you enjoy this?" "I knew you were crazy but i didnt think you were That crazy. You just get us home and take it easy, we'll get you some medication tomorrow to take care of this sweety."
Her description of the ride was something along the lines of "like watching a donkey eaten alive" and heh "I was so scared i wanted to "poo poo", but i couldn't, and i was so clenched up trying not to puke on your helmet, that i was stiff as a board." (she was actually a perfect pillion. no movement from her at all. I think what scared her, was an oncoming van went by us, and she's never experienced the air wash in person.)
After a bit of talking, and/or a few more threats on my life..... She said.... I'd probably do it again but i want 3 sets of armor all layered on, and 2 helmets. She also expressed that she would be more comfy actually piloting a bike, because of the control issues.
Oh that poor crazy girl...... i do love her so. hehe. Can't wait till she decides she has to go again.