Saturday 2/2/2006
It appears nothing is able to prevent me from either causing mass mayhem or simply performing strange acts. Not even my wounded hand. Rarely do I travel in a car. I passed my direct access years ago (my third and final bike liscence that allows me to ride bikes of ANY C.C.) purchased my bike (a 1340 C.C. Dyna Wide glide Harley Davidson) and hav never looked back since. The ONLY time I ever drive a car of my own free will to to transport my son due to his young age. This saturday we were traveling with a number of bikes to a small rally and despite our best efforts the bikes began to fall behind, get seperated in traffic and lose sight of us. So naturally I took it upon myself to offer a solution to the situation. At 6 feet 1 inch (185 cm's or 1.85 meters) in height (in bare feet) I'm easy to identify and spot so after asking the driver to open the sunroof I then stood on the back seats and standing with my waist upwards out above the sun roof began to use my hands to single the next direction we were taking. So there we were cruising at 70 mph with me waist upwards out the sun roof waving my arms and hands in the air hoping we neither hit any speed bumps nor had to make an emergancy stop. Am I becoming more or less sane?
