I made a quick mission up to SLC today to pick up the new blacklistVISUAL stickers that Queen at Wooden Robots had printed up for me. They're fantastic. Made a couple quick sidetrips into the SLC Ducati and HD Stealerships to check in vain, yet again, to see if somehow somebody had decided to make a leather jacket that wasn't fitted to short, fat Americans. No dice... being tall and skinny sucks, apparently.
So I hopped the freeway to run back home. Somewhere around 45th, the skies opened up and reaped hell. I toughed it out for as long as I could, but had to give up by 106th when the hail kicked in.
By the time I got under some temporary gas station shelter, I was so drenched that I could probably have won the wet-t-shirt contest in some skinny-white-boy lovin' bar... probably in West Hollywood. Anyway... I sure wish somebody made jackets that fit me.