To Paint or Not To Paint

Thinking about getting a custom paint job....Adam says I need to stop dropping it then I can get it painted. Point taken!

Gravel is Not My Friend

I repeat GRAVEL is not my friend. What is it? Did I piss off the Saint who oversees the non-dropping of motorcycles? Picture this, rolling to a stop, applying both front and back brakes, looking good, smooth, and wham I put my foot down and loose gravel! Do I need to say what happened next? Of course not, hello road. My wish, if I'm going to fall at least change sides. My left arm is taking a beating!

Communication or Lack Of

I am exhausted. This was a day from hell! First let me say that I have the best husband ever and why he puts up with me I will never know. We set out with a group of 8 (very experienced riders) heading to MS, weather is beautiful, every one's chipper. We fall into formation I am the 5th bike and Adam is #6. Well we hit the back roads and it's all curves.....CRAP! I have developed a phobia when it comes to curves. I slow way down, break out in a sweat, start shaking and feel like I'm going to throw up. To make matters worse I am use to Adam being in front of me because he knows to slow down so I can keep him in my sight but on this ride he's behind me and at this point no one is visible. I am praying with every turn that the end of the road is ahead. We don't have radios on our bikes so I have to rely on hand signals so I start waving my arm in the come around me motion for Adam to pass.....he doesn't, I try again....he doesn't, I move to the pull over motion......he doesn't, I try the slow down signal....that works but I have no clue why I want him to slow down but go figure that one works, as a desperate attempt to make something happen I go into the bathroom signal........nothing. At this point I am about to lose it. Next curve, BINGO gas station. We all pull in and all I can do is look at Adam and say we have to get radios because this bull%$^# (I am literally going through all the hand signals) is not working and with that I stomp off to the bathroom. Got to love him because when I came out he had filled up my bike and just hugged me. He knows I'm crazy!