Motorcycle Ride, or How I Almost Died Sunday
I’ll condense the full version of this story for people like myself who have short attention spans. Here it is in 20 short, easy to follow statements.
1. Went to fuel station on bike on Friday
2. Met guy on bike (married w/ a kid, no worries there)
3. Exchanged numbers to go riding
4. Received call Sunday
5. Met up with guy & 9 other sport bikers
6. Got left in the dust on a ridiculously curvy road with gravel
7. Starts raining
8. Realize I ate too much schnitzl and goulash over the winter because my leathers are nearly cutting off my circulation
9. Guys wait up for me
10. Guys leave me in dust again
11. Realize I forgot to fasten my helmet and am going 110mph
12. Pull over on the autobahn, which is highly illegal, to fasten helmet
13. One guy waits for me
14. We get lost because everyone else is gone
15. Take a curve too fast and wind up on the gravel shoulder of the road
16. My guardian angel pushes me back onto the road about 3 inches from crashing (I have no other explanation for how I got out of that mess)
17. Found rest of riders at abandoned airfield
18. Nearly topple over in parking lot
19. Watch guys do wheelies
20. Ride home with severe helmet headache
The rest of the weekend consisted of writing a 6 1/2 page paper on a book I never read, walking for 7 hours straight for some stupid walk-a-thon, trying to pick out good mangoes at the store, and receiving kudos from one of our troops when he discovered a Pennywise CD in my car.
My office is throwing a big stupid BBQ for my promotion (and another guy who is also getting promoted). I specifically asked for no ceremony. That got denied, so I asked for a low-key ceremony. Now they want me to pay for it. I love Germany, don’t get me wrong, but I really hate this base at times.