Monday
Miles: 9,487
Mood:
Confession #59- I like to eat poo, apparently.
I left my bike somewhere while running errands, most likely under a tree. I didn't notice it until I got home, but the front of my bike had been assaulted by a pigeon on Turbo-Lax. The mirror, gauge, headlight, and fender was covered in it.
I should probably wash it off. Add that to the dust, grime, grease, and blood on my bike and it's just too dirty. I have my pride, after all.
Speaking of birds, I went on a trip north overnight this weekend. We took the car, because not only is my bike not suitable for a passenger but I'd be more likely to start pissing rainbows than convince my wife to get on the back of a motorcycle. I have begun to notice that I just don't see any birds on the road anymore. They used to be everywhere, sitting in the road eating some previous bird that was squashed because it was sitting in the road eating some other bird.
I guess they finally figured it out.
"Hey George, this meal is great and all, but how do you think Frank ended up flattened like this?"
"Good question. All the good meals are on this big flat black thing. And I never see Sue or Rick anymore. Maybe we should stop eating here?"
"I think that's a great idea. And while we're at it, lets stop flying into those speeding blocks of metal, too."
And so history was made.
As a motorcycle commuter, we don't have the luxury of enclosed air conditioned spaces with pollen and particle filters. We smell everything. We smell that you need to change your oil, we smell the guy 2 cars ahead puffing on a cigarette, we smell the Armadillo you just squashed. This morning I was greeted by the most glorious of smells. It smelled just like Pad Thai, one of my favorite dishes.
I love Pad Thai. Especially with tofu. Before you accuse me of being a vegetarian, tofu is a great food. I'll eat meat. Heck, I'll eat a live cow right here right now. That settled? Okay then.
Anyway, this smell was wonderful. I had already eaten breakfast, but it was making me hungry. Now where on Earth was Pad Thai in the middle of a freeway in the middle of nowhere? I rode on in search of the smell. It got stronger as I passed traffic. Stronger, as I approached a large 18-wheeler with an open trailer.
On this trailer, to the delight of my nose, was a big stack of sod and a semi-secured pile of manure. That's where the smell was coming from.
Pad Thai smells like sod and manure. Yummy!
) Collectively they vary over a 3 lb range. I never know which one I've picked up, unless I use all 3 of them on the same tire. The tire's are OK, "close enough for jazz" as they say. You need analog pressure gauges, they will teach you to obsess over 0.2 lbs of air! 
