... but hail is a whole new level of pain at freeway speeds.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.
5 comments:
I have a Jacket Homie!
You were on 106th 2.5 minutes from my house. Oh yeah, you have that cell phone than is only good for throwing outta 3 story buildings, not so much for callin'.
Hail sucks, I got caught just outside of Helena in a nice hailstorm a few years ago, ended up with cuts on the bridge of my nose from it.
i got cuaght in a hail storm for like two days going from BC Quebec a month ago broke a few knucks and broke my head twice it was so hurting but that is what biking is all about pain and more pain
FRAMED!
quit thinking you're swinging of jeremy's nutz and go get that jacket!!
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