Sometimes you gotta be careful where you throw your homophobia.
I just got to try out a motorized cooler. We can’t resist roaring around with wheels, can we?
Sometimes you gotta be careful where you throw your homophobia.
I just got to try out a motorized cooler. We can’t resist roaring around with wheels, can we?
I’ve always wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle. But whenever I mentioned it, my dad would tell me his horror story of the time he crashed XP
Mom points at my Uncle G. when any of us say Motorcycle. Heck, even when I say Vespa… Boy was she frowning when Uncle B. brought out his motor bike for the fellows to ogle.
Uncle G. was the bike rider in a cycle vs. car accident. It damaged a leg bad enough they wanted to amputate it. He refused, survived, and walks with quite a limp, and hurts when the weather is bad.
A former librarian up here was badly crippled from a motorcycle accident with her boyfriend on his bike when she was a kid. I don’t have one because Dan begs me not to. But my sister and brother-in-law were bikers, so…. some day… And at these gas prices, there will probably be MORE bikers!
Heh, in my dad’s case, he would usually tell how he slipped in a corner, rammed into a lamp post, broke a collar bone and his wrist (can’t remember if it was left or right), bruised five ribs and got a nasty concussion. He says he was pretty lucky that there was a farm nearby with people he knew, that he could stumble to.
Anything for an interesting life?
Heh, true. And he did manage to have one, before he passed away last year. He was in the danish navy and managed to get to the rank of Commander, and he gained a *lot* of respect because people could come and tell their problems, and he’d do his best to solve them. Granted, like sailors do, he had a bad habit of sometimes going off on what we felt were whims. It’s always bothered my sister, but I always felt that was a part of who he was.
Yeah, but now you can buy your own, right? And you gotta die sometime — might as well have fun doing it: http://alittledeathcomic.com/janet-dyke-on-a-bike/ (I am a teenage boy in the body of an old lady – and still rooting for risky behavior).
And it isn’t even Peach’s fault, it’s Udo all the way!!!
My brother in law is a physiotherepist. When I was talking about getting a bike, he told me if I did, I’d never enter his house again. Not his choice, mine, but I think he had seen too many mamings and permenant vegatables at the hospital because of bikes.
Well, tell him you’d never ride it into the house.
Yes, it’s quite true – the things are deadly. But … when I see those Harleys that turn into the local corner….