About the motorcycle....
This is it.
I like to rationalize this purchase by noting that I got a really good deal on it, and it DOES get 50-60 miles per gallon. The guy that sold it to me even threw in a helmet, biker gloves, AND a leather bandanna.
I bought it in Birmingham and carried it back to Tuscaloosa in the bed of my truck. It stayed in the back of my truck for almost two weeks partially because I was busy, but mostly because I was afraid of it. Getting it on the truck was such an ordeal (me trying to hold a 60 year old 5'3 man upright while he burns rubber on a narrow wooden ramp) that I wasn't looking forward to getting it off... I got it off the truck just fine then immediately dropped it because 500Ibs is heavy. Luckily I was on the grass so nothing was hurt.
Over the next two days, I drove terrified in circles around a church parking lot. Then I started driving terrified around the neighborhood. Now I can drive terrified all the way to Target and to work. Everywhere I go on it, I'm screaming on the inside. I am usually drenched in a nervous sweat by the time I arrive anywhere. I tried to drive it to the movie theater about I week ago, but I hit a pot hole, got scared, and came back. One day I'll make it all the way to Mexico.
I don't mean to seem like I don't like it though. It is, right now, about 75% horror 25% pure awesome. This is much better than the 95/5 ratio of a few weeks ago. One downside however is that I feel like I can't shave my beard now, but that is kind of evened out by not having to watch my weight anymore. A beer gut looks just fine on a motorcycle.
Clearly, the guy knows what he's doing, but it still cracks me up.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh God!!!
My Grandfather (on my dad's side) always said, "If you ain't no count at nothing else you can always be a preacher or a cop." I'm so glad they made a video.
I like to rationalize this purchase by noting that I got a really good deal on it, and it DOES get 50-60 miles per gallon. The guy that sold it to me even threw in a helmet, biker gloves, AND a leather bandanna.
I bought it in Birmingham and carried it back to Tuscaloosa in the bed of my truck. It stayed in the back of my truck for almost two weeks partially because I was busy, but mostly because I was afraid of it. Getting it on the truck was such an ordeal (me trying to hold a 60 year old 5'3 man upright while he burns rubber on a narrow wooden ramp) that I wasn't looking forward to getting it off... I got it off the truck just fine then immediately dropped it because 500Ibs is heavy. Luckily I was on the grass so nothing was hurt.
Over the next two days, I drove terrified in circles around a church parking lot. Then I started driving terrified around the neighborhood. Now I can drive terrified all the way to Target and to work. Everywhere I go on it, I'm screaming on the inside. I am usually drenched in a nervous sweat by the time I arrive anywhere. I tried to drive it to the movie theater about I week ago, but I hit a pot hole, got scared, and came back. One day I'll make it all the way to Mexico.
I don't mean to seem like I don't like it though. It is, right now, about 75% horror 25% pure awesome. This is much better than the 95/5 ratio of a few weeks ago. One downside however is that I feel like I can't shave my beard now, but that is kind of evened out by not having to watch my weight anymore. A beer gut looks just fine on a motorcycle.
Click to viewClearly, the guy knows what he's doing, but it still cracks me up.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh God!!!
My Grandfather (on my dad's side) always said, "If you ain't no count at nothing else you can always be a preacher or a cop." I'm so glad they made a video.