I found a package waiting for me this morning that looked an awful lot like a disembodied arm mummified in tape. :| I gingerly brought it upstairs, sliced through the tape wrapped around the cardboard to find… more tape.
A disembodied arm preserved in bubblewrap?
Woke up way earlier than I wanted to and rode down to Queen Anne to see a SIFF movie. When I got out of the theatre, it had started pouring down. Seattle summers ftw! Since it was a mere 2 miles to get home, I decided to chance it anyway. I was wearing my riding jacket sans liners and no riding pants, so I knew that I wouldn’t escape unscathed. Predictably, traffic was bad as it always is when it rains. Between that and the myriad traffic lights, I soon had water trickling down into the tops of my boots. And yet, roaring up Melrose Ave seeing swathes of Seattle through the misting rain and my fogged up visor, I didn’t want to be anyplace but there.
I love this city and I love riding my bike through it.
Any in other news, 40000 angry French motorcyclists take on the government: http://ukfrancebikers.com/2010/03/14/french-motorcyclists-more-angry-than-ever/. It warmed my heart to see so many motorcyclists out on the streets at once.
A cool video set in Paris showing lane-splittign at its finest. I think it would scare the crap out of me to do that at those speeds. :P
I got my first fan mail! O.O I was thumbing through the July issue of American Motorcyclist and I was a bit shocked to see my name mentioned in the Member Letters section (in refererence to the column in the June issue). Most unexpected and thrilling! :D (Thrillingly unexpected?)
If you’re reading this, thank you for writing in and inspiring me to write more and do more. I now have dreams of someday being like the wonderful Peter Egan whom I adore . :)
