I woke up this morning with an overwhelming sense of sadness and I didn’t know why. It finally struck me when I got on my bike to go to the DMV. I had dreamt that my brother and I were working on our bikes and I dropped mine smashing it all up. Normally when you drop a bike standing still you just bust up the handle bars and dent the tank but somehow I destroyed my exhaust, my head gaskets and other stuff. The bike was leaking oil and gas and was just wrecked.
So yea, I really love my bike and don’t want to drop it.
I was out pretty late last night but somehow I was wide awake at 7am. I decided to head down to the DMV to pick up my custom tag for my bike. They had mailed me about it last week but when I went down to pick it up over lunch last week I pulled my number and there were like 100 people in front of me. Seriously.
This morning it was empty so I got that. Woot! My Monster now says “GRRR”
Then I ran home, grabbed the Exploder and filled it full of excited dog. Took that dog over to Ani-Pals Pet Resort and dropped that dog off. Ran home and back on the bike for a “spirited” ride to work.
Whenever I ride to work I always take the long way. I go out to I35 to 69 and get off at 95th, then backtrack up Quivira. Let me tell you something. Morning coffee’s got nothing on a wild ride to work.
Awwww. What a nightmare! I’d wake up really sad too. Aaron’s brothers came over on Memorial Day and they were checking out my dual screen 17″ LCDs. When they were done gawping (they were amazed that I could play WoW on one and look at thottbot on the other!), they realized that there was a motorcycle on my desktop. “Jen, is that the bike you are going to buy before Aaron gets his Hayabusa?” “Ooooh yeah, boys. Ooooh yeah.” You’ve got some more admirers. 😉
I want to see pictures of the “GRR”!