A few weeks ago, I road downtown to attend a "music in the park" type of thing. Turned out to be blues music with a crappy lead singer. It was a nice night, though, so I took the bike and met my mom down there by the water.
I parked the bike beside a building on a sidewalk or walkway that lead to the park near the water. There was also some beauty bark and a few bushes to the right of where I parked. Anyway.
I got bored rather quickly and wanted leave early and hit the gym. Said bye to my mom, went to hop on my bike and noticed that BIRDS HAD SHAT ALL OVER IT!! I'm talking about the back and front, the seat...ARGH!! I look around and there was a street light near my bike. I guess that's where they came from. No idea. A guy walking passed me said, "I didn't do it." Grrr...
So, in my rage, I jumped on the bike too forcefully that I was immediately off balance and began to tilt to the right, tried to stabalize by putting my right foot down, but stepped into that damn beauty bark and toppled over. It happened so quickly there was nothing I could do, except scream inside my head.
There I am, with dirt and beauty bark all over me, a nasty bird shit bike, heaving this thing back up with a bunch of people walking around. I remember a guy offering to help, but I think I grunted a "No."
That's my embarrassing story and first public motorcycle dumping. Got any more?
I parked the bike beside a building on a sidewalk or walkway that lead to the park near the water. There was also some beauty bark and a few bushes to the right of where I parked. Anyway.
I got bored rather quickly and wanted leave early and hit the gym. Said bye to my mom, went to hop on my bike and noticed that BIRDS HAD SHAT ALL OVER IT!! I'm talking about the back and front, the seat...ARGH!! I look around and there was a street light near my bike. I guess that's where they came from. No idea. A guy walking passed me said, "I didn't do it." Grrr...
So, in my rage, I jumped on the bike too forcefully that I was immediately off balance and began to tilt to the right, tried to stabalize by putting my right foot down, but stepped into that damn beauty bark and toppled over. It happened so quickly there was nothing I could do, except scream inside my head.
There I am, with dirt and beauty bark all over me, a nasty bird shit bike, heaving this thing back up with a bunch of people walking around. I remember a guy offering to help, but I think I grunted a "No."
That's my embarrassing story and first public motorcycle dumping. Got any more?
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