you gotta understand.. i tell stories to the kiddos.. keep em occupied and outa truble.. for a spell,, so you gotta make em good and bigger is better.. leave the lil buggers wide eyed and speechless..
so am reading this post and my lil brain is seeing this story play out.. it goes like this;
there you are all ready to go for that "special ride", yor all decked out in ride gear just anticipating what the road has to say to you this day.
you open the g'rage and breath in that first breath of cool morning air, it tingles in your chest and makes you all frisky for that first set of trax on the fresh fallen snow.. wait, wait, this is a motorcycle story.. ok, ok, it makes you want to roll as the road is empty and all yors, the morning sun is not yet up and the sky is still full of late nite stars.. today is gonna be a good day to ride.
So you scan your Stead and take in her lines, all the smooth shiney paint and krome you skrubbed and polished days b4. The motor, its presence is visually stimulating and you know that when you hit the "go" button the breath of fire will eminate from its bowels. Its heartbeat is visceral, you can hardly wait.. to take this filly for romp in the fresh morning dew
You'r standing astride the beast, your anticipation is getting ahead of your standard routine and common sense.. you grab her by the reigns and give her a lil kik (stand) before having properly mounted her saddle.. She reacts to this unexpected poke in the ribs, a bit rattled and takes a half side step away from you just enuff to pull you off balance and loose control of those reigns.
watt it really looks like is the bike fell over to the right side and dragged you with it. that bruise on your shin is where your filly kicked you and your lucky it was just the shin as she was aiming for your head. so now she is laying over on her side and you are on top and got all your gear tangled up in her protrusions. you are trapped on top and cant get up or off and the more you wiggle the more damage you do to her, so you just stop and accept your predictment and hope you can resolve this before anybody discovers you and takes a picture and post it on the internet where everybody gets a a good laff.
butt you manage to bump the g'rage door remote and she closes on your unsightly mess.. you being exhausted from all this unexpected activity.. settle in for the inevitable.. hours later the g'rage door opens and the wifey is looking at this heap of leather and krome, a puddle of oil, gas and tears.. and yor bes buddy 'el poocho' is the only one happy to see you and joins in the party with licks to your face from a tongue that has just recently scrubbed his butt..
yes, this is how i imagined this really went down.. hey, if yor gonna tell us a story, tell it rite! poncho
Last edited by Poncho Villa; 10-31-2014 at 10:53 AM.