mark4Jesus
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Tuesday evening I am ryding to work minding my own business...when what to my wondering eyes should appear, but an orange warning window letting me know something was amiss. In the brief moment that I saw the verbage, I believed it was telling that my trunk was ajar. Not to worry I says to myself, gravity will keep it in its designated place. Deciding to be a responsible ryder, I pulled over to close the offending lid. I jump off my trusty steede and suddenly feel a sharp pain upon my leg, a bit lower than my knee. Looking down in surprise, I find that my interpretation of the orange messenger was somewhat amiss, for it was the left saddlebag that was the offending part that set these wheels into motion. I reach down to close the door and suddenly realize that the cavern is empty, oh my! I look down the road from whence I came to see my half-cover in the road, frolicking in the wind.
Man, I'm getting tired of writing like that! Anyway, I walked back down the road to fetch the cover, which, thankfully, was not destroyed by several passing cars and trucks. The only scuff was to my left leg, which is still a bit sore from the loss of a bit of skin.
Man, I'm getting tired of writing like that! Anyway, I walked back down the road to fetch the cover, which, thankfully, was not destroyed by several passing cars and trucks. The only scuff was to my left leg, which is still a bit sore from the loss of a bit of skin.