Tierhog
06-29-2013, 01:47 AM
Half city, half rural. It seems a Spyder pilots paradise. Working a night shift allows warm evening rides and brisk morning returns.... UNLESS...
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The rider's plague of three's chooses you as its next victim.
1. The racoon race- Full of attitude, slow, and hard to see at night. These critters are quite the bronco billy ride if you happen to hit one (luckily near miss.. But very close)
2. Crop duster- Aggressive S turn over a bridge and hitting the flat at 75mph. I look up to see a LOW yellow plane skimming almond orchards and banking for a return trip. Cool... I would have missed that in a cage. WHAMMO! Insecticide hits the bike and I like it was purposely planned. I'm white, the spyder is white, and I cant see. Felt like a giant dumped 80 lbs of confectionery sugar on me. As if the spyder doesnt attract enough attention, now it looks like I returned from a trip down the matterhorn.
3. The curious bumble bee- Its in slow motion... Here it comes.... CONTACT. Bumble bee trapped between skin and chin strap at 65mph. I can feel him crawling, attempting to escape. I turn my head to assist him... He gets pushed under my visor (3/4 helmet) by my forehead along helmet pad. I raise visor... Whoosh, he gets pushed to the center of my forehead (he's going to sting me I know it) SERIOUSLY? I turn my head to the left... Whoosh, the drag sweeps him into the abyss of corn fields and asphalt. Hmm, glad thats over with. Drop visor, accelerate to 70.. SPLAT! What the **. The biggest bug on the planet... Smack dab in the center of my visor...
You have to really love the ride to find the humor in such things. Had it been any other ride, I would have taken a week off.
Enjoy the ride... And beware of the plague of threes! :)
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The rider's plague of three's chooses you as its next victim.
1. The racoon race- Full of attitude, slow, and hard to see at night. These critters are quite the bronco billy ride if you happen to hit one (luckily near miss.. But very close)
2. Crop duster- Aggressive S turn over a bridge and hitting the flat at 75mph. I look up to see a LOW yellow plane skimming almond orchards and banking for a return trip. Cool... I would have missed that in a cage. WHAMMO! Insecticide hits the bike and I like it was purposely planned. I'm white, the spyder is white, and I cant see. Felt like a giant dumped 80 lbs of confectionery sugar on me. As if the spyder doesnt attract enough attention, now it looks like I returned from a trip down the matterhorn.
3. The curious bumble bee- Its in slow motion... Here it comes.... CONTACT. Bumble bee trapped between skin and chin strap at 65mph. I can feel him crawling, attempting to escape. I turn my head to assist him... He gets pushed under my visor (3/4 helmet) by my forehead along helmet pad. I raise visor... Whoosh, he gets pushed to the center of my forehead (he's going to sting me I know it) SERIOUSLY? I turn my head to the left... Whoosh, the drag sweeps him into the abyss of corn fields and asphalt. Hmm, glad thats over with. Drop visor, accelerate to 70.. SPLAT! What the **. The biggest bug on the planet... Smack dab in the center of my visor...
You have to really love the ride to find the humor in such things. Had it been any other ride, I would have taken a week off.
Enjoy the ride... And beware of the plague of threes! :)