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April 29, 2002
I'm writing this from work today. This is purely an exercise in self-preservation, as the entire rest of the day has been taken up by cleaning up outdated HTML files. If I have to nitpick through one more obsolete file right now, I think my brain will atrophy and my eyes will melt out of my head.
mmm custom leather.
I'd been sort of waffling about this for the past week, since custom leathers aren't cheap, and I already have a full set of gear. I'd feel incredibly guilty spending so much of my mom's money on something I didn't actually need, per se. So, I've been talking with some friends and coworkers about their opinions, and trying to decide whether a full one-piece custom leather suit is a little overkill for my mainly-under-50-miles-at-a-time current riding patterns.
I was having this exact conversation with Peter in the car yesterday. It went something like:
idle chit chat about leathers and money and etc
P: Wow! Lookit that!
We look over to see a woman on a CBR pull up to the light in the right-hand lane.
C: Yeah, see, that's what I need. That suit looks great on her. Look at her butt!
P: doing just that. Umm hmmm.
C: Though, of course, my butt looks just as good in my leather pants, doesn't it?
C: Hey! Are you saying her butt looks better in those pants than mine does in mine? It's because my pants don't fit right, isn't it? I need better fitting pants now. Oh god. I knew it.
C: You hate my butt.
P: wondering how to push me out of the car and make it look like an accident. Shouldn't you just be happy that there's another woman rider?
C: I'm thrilled, as long as my butt looks at least as good as hers!
Peter's brain: How, exactly, did I end up in this conversation?
The outcome of this conversation (other than Peter having to spend most of the afternoon reassuring me about my posterior) is that now, of course, I desperately need a custom one-piece form-fitting leather suit. Frugality and practicality aside, I'm still a girl, dammit. ;)
can't we all just get along?
The most unfortunate consequence of this event for me is that my fellow sportsbikers rarely need any extra ammunition to jump all over Harley riders. A lot of the message boards that I read, while usually relatively tame, have had comments along the lines of "those asshole Harley riders" and the like. That's really frustrating to read. I agree that I've seen quite a few Harley riders who dress the part and would sooner sneer at me than wave...but I've also seen plenty of sportsbikers dressed up like Mighty Morphin Power Rangers who buzz me in my lane at 60mph going up Highway 9. Both are annoying. I guess people just like to compartmentalize everything, to feel like it's always "us versus them". *shrug* I'll be the little motorcycle hippie and hand out flowers and say, honestly, that I wave at everyone (or do the little Chicken Dance Head Wobble thing if I can't take my hand off the clutch right then).
maybe it'll help the hit count.