Gosh, I hope this “bad things come in threes” takes my trailer tire fiasco as one of the three … I don’t think my luck can continue to hold out.
That’s what the fairing looks like after I bagged a deer this morning.
The temperature display on the Wing showed 35F as I rode into work yesterday, and that led me to think about the stupid controversy over helmets in Michigan (as well as other states).At nea
r freezing temperatures, and 60mph speeds on the way to work, you can imagine how cold it would be … and I was pretty grateful for having a new helmet which fit snugly and kept the cold air off my face and head.Then I thought about the effort that it took, on the weekend, to cleanse all the major bug strikes off the windshield.And I thought again about the idiots that are willing to PAY to be able to ride without a helmet.Yes, I have ridden in the south, and I have ridden in very hot weather. BUT … I’ve also ridden in driving rain and numbing cold. I still can’t fathom the minds of those who want to “ride free.” I’ve ridden in dust storms and grasshopper storms (my bike, my chaps, my windshield and my visor were all green). I lost a pair of safety glasses when a rock came in between the mirror and windshield and impacted on the left lese at the bridge. After that, I became a believer that my 3/4 helmet wasn’t really enough. I’ve had bees and other large bugs hit my helmet hard enough to rock my head.Now, I will admit, I don’t have any wish to infringe in the freedom of anyone. And I certainly don’t have any problem with the elimination, from the gene pool, of people who want to ride that recklessly. I do have a problem, though, having taxpayers pay for the medical care of people that must have been brain dead long before they had an accident that turned them into a paraplegic or vegetable.I think the current debate about whether we should allow people to “buy out” of wearing helmets should end with the law being passed. However, I think that the law would need to include a complete and total waiver of that rider and his family and/or survivors on any outside funding for medical care, hospice care, or funeral care. To me, that would include insurance funds … since insurance funds are pooled and their accident affects MY premiums. Read more
Well, I picked up the new Rune, and I made it back to Michigan alright … but now that chromed monster needs some repairs.
Arghhhh!
Why is it that neither the road crews nor the owners of restaurants can keep intersections clear of debris and gravel? And where does all that gravel come from anyway?
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Well, at least the government … most of the people I meet seem to be pretty darned nice. Nope, it’s this government that sucks swampwater through a straw!
What gets under my saddle more than a few times a year … and is getting under it again as I buy another motorcycle … is the friggin’ MCCA – Michigan Catastrophic Claims Association. As with many taxes (and don’t tell me these aren’t taxes … fees and surcharges and such are just names to make it look like it isn’t a tax) that are unique to Michigan … it whacks some of us while others collect.
Won’t this be fun. I’ve decided to create my own little cave to throw stones from instead of just leaving comments on other blogs!
Raging Bikeaholic?
Raging because I’m an opiniated old fart and I’m good and tired of letting “progressives” decide what’s best for me. Most “progressives” have their heads so far up their asses they wouldn’t know daylight if it was mailed to them.
Bikeaholic because my outside garage seems to be giving up more and more spaces for motorcycles at the expense of other engined or motorized equipment that gets pushed outside.
Enjoy.
Or not.