dexterruteki

Shit, it has been a long time since a blog. I figure that crashing a motorcycle is a good reason to post up. I guess that in my half asleep stouper on Monday morning, I subconciously decided that i would rather be laying on the ground in a busy Bellevue motorway with my bike laying next to me than riding it down the road with a smile on my face. It fucking hurt; my pride, confidence, knee, shoulder, and hip. I still hurt and its Wed. Thankfully the damage is minimal and the bike is rideable. A few benjies and It'll be like it never happened. Except for the fact that I'll remember it happening. Vividly. Details.

Lesson learned though. Cold tires, half asleep pilot, and a bit too much gas equal the bike getting flung down the road making cringe-inducing expensive sounding noises.

It almost reminds me of a break up. How soon is too soon to get "back on the horse?" I got back on the damn thing and rode to where I was headed in the first place but now I'm a bit gun shy....

Oh, and if my spelling sucks, its not my fault. Writing this on my work computer, not my beloved mac.