driving while blind

What a way to end the riding season.......

This is the second year the BF has had his sweet motorcycle. All winter long I hear him saying over and over, "I can't for riding season" or "I can't wait until I can ride again." I feel the same way about wearing open-toed stilettos sandals.

Anyway, he toughed it out and ended his riding season this year with one hell of a bang.




Ta dah! Now say it with me people, you should have to retake your driver's test when you reach a certain age. Why you ask? Because if you did, I don't think this young lad would still be driving or have almost killed my boyfriend.



Let's go back to the scene of the accident. The BF was stopped with all lights and blinkers blinking, waiting to turn left into a residental neighborhood. (I could see his brother's house where he was going to store the bike. So close, but no cigar.) He was at a complete stop. Other cars were passing and their lights were reflecting off of him so I'm still unsure how the driver couldn't see him. I was behind the young lad when his tires started to squeal as he slammed on his brakes.

I see the BF get off of his bike and walk up to the young lad's window raise his arms above his head as if he said, "Holy shit you moron, you almost killed me!" He then waved me to go around them and I see the front of the car wedged right above his tire. The bike was supporting the car in the air.


Note to readers - If I would've been on the bike, I'm not sure where I would've gone because one of my foot pegs is smashed into the front bumper. Maybe I would've fell off, or fell back onto his hood, or gone flying into oncoming traffic. None of which sound appealing.

So, moral of the story is to watch out for bikers. Pay attention when you drive your car. Get off your cell phone. Turn down your music. And, if you need new glasses, you should get them so accidents don't happen like this. Thankfully, this wasn't a terrible accident and no one was hurt. The young lad just didn't see him. Scary, huh?

Juicy riding

The BF has this bike that he loves. Since April, he must've said, "I just can't wait until I can ride again." I would say he said it on a daily basis, especially if there wasn't a lick of snow on the ground and it was just barely starting to rise above freezing temperatures.

Warm weather to me doesn't really scream "let's ride." I can't wait to rock flip flops and open-toed sandals -- screw the bike. I could get a pedicure and buy all new sorts of sandals that I could only wear for three months -- maybe four if Cleveland is lucky.

Anyway, back to yesterday's bike riding trip. We have this thing with East Coast Custard. It might be the most amazing custard if you catch it on your favorite flavor day. Well, he wants to ride to the Shaker Square one and our friends ride in their Jeep.

Me: "What's wrong with Lyndhurst?"
BF: "I want to take a ride."
Me: "Well I want to ride in the Jeep and go FSBO hunting."
BF: "Let's just go on the bike."

I get annoyed at this point because I have to change my clothes and put on safe riding shoes, pants and shirt. I love flip flops -- I only have four months to wear them! Hello!

So, I head into my closet to grab my helmet and put jeans on. Then, I see my Juicy Couture sweat suits. (Editor's note: The BF doesn't like when I wear matching pants and hoodie because they are lime green, mango, yellow or grey. He thinks I look like a hill billy. I let him know that hill billies don't wear Juicy Couture.)

So, I throw on a jump suit and my new silver helmet and head out the door.

BF: "What are you wearing?"
Me: "A Juicy track suit."
BF: "Why can't you ever just wear jeans?"
Me: Ignoring that comment, "I have big hoops on too."
BF: "That's smart. So if we crash your earrings will dig into your brain."

Needless to say, we didn't crash and I was safe, comfortable and looking stylish. And, no, my thongs don't hang out of the back of my pants.