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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

The California Fires

So it would appear a 10 year old child is responsible for the massive fires in California that shattered the lives of so many young and old alike. A 10 year old child who, with a single match, allegedly caused the devastation of some 800+ square miles and the destruction of 2,100 homes. Can there be forgiveness? What punishment, if any, would befitting for a naive 10-year old who was merely fascinated with the cause and effect of a burning match? Presuming he was indeed naive, and not malicious enough to understand the magnitude that his actions might cause.

I am torn. I am torn because at the same time I feel someone should be held accountable for California's destruction, I can't imagine that a 10-year old could begin to fathom what devastation his actions would cause. That alone makes him innocent in my eyes.

How is that possible you ask?How can I not see that he should be punished for the destruction and devastation, let alone pain and suffering, so many endure as every day they feebly attempt to sift through the remnants of their tattered lives; constantly reminded of all they have lost. Longing to close their eyes so that when they once again open them the ashes of a life no longer lived ceases to exist; longing to inhale clean air, rather than air that is stained with the heaviness of smoke filled with lost lives and dreams......

It is possible because I remember a time when I was 6; so young and full of awe of my two older brothers who were gods in my eyes. Boys who were amazing and never wrong. And I remember myself and those boys going out into the woods behind our apartments, exploring, and lighting matches just to watch them burn. And I remember burning leaves and pine. And the flames flickering out of control. I remember trying to step on the fire to put it out. And it raging out of control and spreading so fast that all we could do was run to get away from it.

I don't remember the fire trucks; but I know they were there. I know we burned the woods down and the area was more than an acre in circumference. We were never found out. Even today. 30 years later. I called my mom to ask if she ever knew. She remembered the fire. She was shocked to hear it was us. I don't feel guilty. I don't feel guilty because we were young and naive and never had any intention of hurting anyone or anything. We were simply fascinated by the flames......

And that is why I can't blame a 1o year old for being anything other than careless. I can't imagine he intended for his antics to have the affect that it did-to cause the pain that it did. And I am willing to be he would take it all back if he could.


Here is the story as published by Times, Inc:

"A Child Be Charged in the Fires?
By MICHAEL LINDENBERGERWed Nov 7, 2:35 PM ET
The 10-year-old boy who accidentally started one of the worst California wildfires last month could face stern consequences, should prosecutors decide to bring charges. Though too young to be charged as an adult, the boy could still face millions of dollars in fines, removal from his home and possible detention as a ward of the state. For now the boy's fate - and that of his parents, who would be partially liable for any restitution payments he would have to pay - rests with Los Angeles County District Attorney Steve Cooley. His office told TIME he has not yet decided how to proceed. "The matter is under review," spokeswoman Sandi Gibbons told TIME on Monday. "No decision has been made."
To bring those charges, all Cooley must decide is whether the boy knew right from wrong - an easy standard to meet, other prosecutors in the state say. "That is a lot easier to establish than you would think," said Cyndi Jo Means, a deputy district attorney in nearby San Diego County who leads that county's juvenile division arson team. "Think of your own children, even very small children; most of the time they know when they did something wrong."
Despite the low hurdle to prosecution, Means contends the California juvenile justice system seeks to help young suspects, who can benefit from counseling and close supervision from the court and case workers. Children under 14 are nearly always charged as juveniles, not adults - no matter what the crime. "We try to help the child, and prosecuting them as adults would not be very helpful," Means said. Any finding of guilt, she added, would not follow the boy into adulthood.
Southern Californians are still sorting through the wreckage from the fires, which burned more than 800 square miles - an area 40 times as large as Manhattan - and destroyed some 2,100 homes. The 10-year-old's carelessness sparked the Buckweed fire in Los Angeles County, which destroyed 21 homes and injured at least three people. Those losses have left some residents in a less than forgiving mood. "If you accidentally set a massive fire that destroys homes, causes residents to flee for their lives and requires millions of dollars in resources to extinguish, then you damn well need to pay the piper," wrote Dave Bossert on his online newspaper, The West Ranch Beacon.
Peter Arenella, a professor at the UCLA Law School said any prosecution of a 10-year-old that aims to punish the boy, rather than help him, "is an absurdity. The only justification for that would be if, in some extreme case, there was a need to protect society from him." Barring that, he said, prosecutors should be reluctant to sweep the boy up into the legal system.
It's hard to see how stern consequences - taking the boy from his parents, for instance, and handing down a multi-million fine - would be helpful to the 10-year-old. Much of the decision of whether to prosecute him rests with Cooley, who like prosecutors everywhere has a great deal of discretion. Unless uglier details about the boy's behavior are discovered, he could decide that in this case playing with matches doesn't rise the level of arson - even if the boy admits he knew that doing so was wrong. As Means points out, children almost always admit they knew their actions were wrong when they are questioned by police or prosecutors, which can be a scary experience for a kid.
When the U.S. Supreme Court struck down the death penalty for inmates who were under 18 when they committed their crimes, it argued that teenagers' brains are not fully formed until they are grown, and that punishing them as adults was therefore cruel and unusual. No one is saying a 10-year-old boy ought to be executed for setting a fire, but even the lesser punishment the boy is facing could be nearly as cruel. That has led some to argue that the bar for prosecution ought to be higher than simply proving that he knew right from wrong. Boys know lots of things are wrong - from ignoring bedtimes to eating too many cookies. A better standard, some argue, would be determining whether the boy, at 10, had any way of knowing the consequences of what he was doing with those matches".

With reporting by Jill Underwood/San Diego View this article on Time.com
Copyright © 2007Time Inc

Monday, November 05, 2007

Well, ya might want to set your coffee cup down before you view this one or else you are liable to be wearing your coffee or worse, spitting it out of your nose.

I can honestly say that thankfully, I have never had the need for the rather ingenious invention of "wedgie proof" undies, however several people I once knew could have benefited highly by having a pair or two.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Go SOX!

And in the first inning, the first hit, we get a homer by Dustin Pedroia. YEEHAW!! Eat that, Rockies fans!!!!

General consensus in my household (consisting all of one aside from myself) is that I am not allowed to call myself a Red Sox fan (or a yankee for that matter) because I was born in Georgia and possess (or perhaps AM possesed) redneck tendencies. Well I say "F U!!!" At least I am not a fare-weather fan who pulls for the Sox only when they are winning. I pull for them even when they suck! My love for the Red Sox is indiscriminate. And right now, they are making me proud!

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Are you an outlaw?

So it has come to my attention that I am now "Bitch of the White Werewolves" - Can't decide if I love it or hate it. For those of you who ride, or just want to play along, click the following link to see what your "biker outlaw" name should be:

Discover your Outlaw Biker Name

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Alive at 38

ME

I can't believe its taken me 38 years to realize that riding solo on a motorcycle is the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced (well......almost.) :-)

I started in February with the MSF course. Puttered around the neighborhood until Myrtle Beach Bike Week in May - where I was callously thrown to the wolves by my hubby to either "shit or get off the pot" and actually RIDE the bike that I absolutely HAD to have. Then back home again, puttering even more around the local town streets.....

Well today I decided I had the cajones to do a road trip. Now mind you, MY road trip idea is lame compared to you strapping biker boys and babes, but its MY road trip, so I can make it anything I want.

SO - we hop onto Hwy 1 to head out to Columbia SC. Our destination was about 70 miles away. I didn't feel confident to hop onto I-20 so the back roads was our avenue. Chump change. But it was F'N HOT!!!! 92 and rising. And me in my jeans and boots........... sooooooo not cool. (did I mention it was F'N hot??????????)

SO - my hubby says to me as we are heading home..... "You feeling like you can handle I-20? I'll take it easy and we'll go at your pace". Yeh. Ok. FINE. I can't be a candy a$$ my whole life. I mean, if I want to enjoy bike rides and so forth I have to actually venture past the 55mph mark so let's go for it...........

Man I gotta tell ya - something about that road just hit right today and I was having a BLAST!!!!!!! My needle went as high as 85mph (ok well maybe 82 but that's still F'N QUICK for me and my Sporty!) At one point I BLEW past my hubby like a bat out of hell and I could swear I saw his jaw drop when I rounded him!! (He might say I am exaggerating a bit but I assure you, that is EXACTLY how it happened!)

38 years to find this feeling.......... man what a RUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!


HUBBY

Yeah...blew by me.....uh huh....at least until you ran out of gas going down the highway and didn't know what happened. I guess we can call you speed racer now.

ME


Ok, now isn't that just typical of a guy who's ego has been bruised by a chick (such as this one blowing past you like I was sucking white off rice) to hit me where it hurts?????

Ok yeh, so I have never frickin' driven a clutch, and what the F is a friggin' petcock anyway?? Nothing to do with gas on a motorcycle in my book.

So yeh. My bike starts to sputter. And yeh I had no idea what was happening. And what did my dearly beloved do as I floundered and drifted to the side of the f'n INTERSTATE as my bike stalled out on me cuz I ran out of gas??? (Yeh, I finally figured out I ran out of gas and flipped the thingy. Geezz.........)

Well I'll tell ya what he did. He KEPT RIDING!!!! Probably afraid that once I figured it out I'd pass his ass all over again!!!!!!!!

LEE

Ahh, a happy couple! Hope she didn't muss yer feathers when she blew by ya on that sporty of hers! Sounds like ya'll had fun.

STEVE

Page, you know the saying "If I have to explain you wouldn't understand?"

Well, until you do it, and unless you've got the gene to get it, no one can realize that, other than maybe being a parent, there isn't a feeling in the world better than hangin' with a few good buds while you've got your knees in the breeze. Don't be upset that it took you 38 years to do it. Be glad that you did find riding and that you can do it for the rest of your life.

Oh, and take it easy on hubby next time. He's probably scared to go over 70!

HUBBY

Lee, My feathers are sunburned.....I seem to be surrounded by trash talking sporty owners. I'll break her spirit and stop the trash talking when we go to Asheville. Let's see how much her jaws are flapping after we get done descending some mountains!

SAM

Be careful turning on the reserve while moving Page, and make sure you aren't cranking on the throttle when you do this.

HUBBY

No worries on that...speed racer can't take one hand off the bars yet......

ME

OHHH THAT is SO NOT TRUE!! He's thinking of my BICYCLING abilities as I happen to be very vertically challenged when it comes to bicycles. Removing a hand from the bars tends to result in very painful "mishaps."

Now on the Sporty I do GREAT one handed - he just doesn't want to accept that his meek lil' wifey is doing pretty decent on her bike all by herself (but I don't make it a habit to ride one handed. Usually I do it only to tuck in my shirt so I don't flash all my flesh to the world or because a bug flew up my nose...)

RAUD

After the rush, was their any wild kinky monkey sex? I wanna hear about that!

ME

Raud, a lady never tells! That's the guys job.

HUBBY


Obviously you missed the part where I said we were married.

SLASH

OUCH Bill! But hey, I don't want to be the gloomy voice here but it's right when that bike starts to feel really good,and your confidence level is sky high that weird stuff can happen, Page. It's important to remember the basics and stay focused.

HUBBY

So do you recommend I double the life insurance I have on her, Slash? Is that what you are saying?

SLASH

I'd triple it.... at least for a while.

JOEY

You guys are killing me! You sound like me and my wife talking!

My wife took the MSF course in 2003. Bought her an 883 Hugger. She said "anything bigger, and I can't handle it." Ok.... last summer, we picked up her 05 Heritage Classic. Guess she realized a bike is a bike once you get them moving.

Every once in a while, we'll be out riding and she get's the Speedracer syndrome. Most of the time, 45-55 is her comfort zone. Once in a while, out of nowhere, she'll pass me and run hers up to 80 or 85.

At Myrtle this year, a few of us took a little ride up to Wilmington. On the way back, I was in the very back of our group. She was in front of me. We're rolling down 17 about 60 mph or so and all of a sudden, she jumps outta line and takes off like a bat outta hell! I think it's her Speedracer coming out, so I follow her. I passed her a little of 90. Never even looked over at her. As I checked my mirror, I see her left hand holding her bikini top in place!!!!

I slow down so she comes up beside me. As she was riding, the bikini strap across her back broke! There is nowhere on 17 to pull over, no shoulder, nothing. Every mile or so is an emergency pull off. I'm laughing my ass off at her. At some point, she has to let go of the top and grab the clutch!

Now had she been thinking, she could have let go of the throttle, grabbed her top with that hand, pulled the clutch in, shifted into neutral and slowed to a stop without letting the top go. OH NO, never crossed her mind. About 1/8 mile ahead, we see the pull off. She lets go of the top and starts to slow into the pulloff.

Every trucker in North Carolina must have been on 17 that afternoon. Imagine the image....Hot biker chick riding down the road on her own bike, white boobies shown for the whole world to see. As our group got stopped, none of us could stop laughing, including her. Talk about luck!

HUBBY

Joey, that story is TOO funny!

ME

You know Joey, as much as my goodies are for the viewing pleasure of my hubby only (poor guy) I must confess that had this happened to me I might have just had to say "F'IT!" and let em flap!! What a RIOT!

Oh and for the record, all this crap talk about tripling insurance???? Trust me - he don't want to do his own laundry. He won't let nothin' happen to me!

JOEY

Page, I swear, you sound like my wife. As the trucks rolled past us, blowing their horns, waving, etc, she just kept laughing. At some point, you just gotta say it's funny and go with it. Hell, I don't think I've ever seen her embarrassed about showing them! Hmmmmm... maybe that's a problem in itself....

Anyway, I'm glad you're now enjoying riding. Getting comfortable at highway speed and beyond, takes time. Sounds like you're on your way. So when you gonna do the big bore kit, cams, etc? You gotta find a way to keep up with your boy and his scoot!

ME

Oh HE had that stuff picked out long before Myrtle! He just needed to make sure I was aboard for the ride. All I got to say is "what the hell is taking so danged long??????????"

HIM

Well Joey...according to her....she blew me in the weeds so she must not need the big bore kit now.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

I can't believe its taken me 38 years to realize that riding solo on a motorcycle is the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced (well, one of the most anyway).

I started in Febuary with the MSF course. Puttered around the neighborhood until Myrtle Beach Bike Week - where I was callously thrown to the wolves by my hubby to either "shit or get off the pot" and actually RIDE the bike that I absolutely HAD to have. Then back home again, puttering even more around the local town streets......

Well today I decided I had the cajones to do a road trip. Biker Style. Our destination was Columbia SC via Highway 1 - basically a back road the whole way. Scenic, quaint, cute, to a spot about 70 miles away. Chump change. But lordy was it F'N HOT!!!! 92 and rising. And me in jeans and boots (just in case of road rash)........ sooooooo not cool!!! (did I mention it was F'N hot?????????? )

SO - my hubby says to me as we are heading home..... "You feeling like you can handle I-20? I'll take it easy and we'll go at your pace but its hot, and I wanna get home". Yeh. Ok. FINE. I can't be a candyass my whole life. I know!!! I mean, if I want to enjoy bike rides and so forth I have to actually venture past the 55mph mark so lets go for it...........

Man I gotta tell ya - something about that road just hit right today and I was having a BLAST!!!!!!! My needle went as high as 85mph (ok well maybe 82 but thats still F'N QUICK for me and my Sporty). At one point I BLEW past my hubby like a bat out of hell and I could swear I saw his jaw drop when I rounded him!! (yeh so he might say I am exaggerating a bit but I assure you, that is EXACTLY how it happened!)

38 years to find this feeling.........man what a RUSH!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Shitty Day #5362

So. Another completely shitty day. Maybe I should elaborate.

I hate my job. I know, I know. Who doesn't, right??? Well while those other people are hating their jobs in silence, I feel the need to post it here. On my blog. For the whole world to see. And I don't care.

So after a completely shitty day - the kind where it takes every ounce of stregnth and energy not to walk in your boss's office and tell her she can shove it where the sun don't shine - I head home for a night of evil thoughts of kicking small children and animals and somehow finding a perverse pleasure in that thought.

Ok. So maybe I wouldn't kick small animals. But the kids - well, thats another story.

So I stop at the corner gas station for some ice and milk so that I can finish off the White Russians I started last night but woosed out on and fell asleep. On my way out to the ice, a man I have never met, will probably never see again, just out of the blue said "I just want to compliment you. You are an absolutely gorgeous lady and I just wanted to tell you that".

????????????? Not only is this guy drinking in the middle of the day but he said that not as a pick up line or a "come hither" line; he merely said it, then turned and walked away.

Maybe he could see in my demeanor or facial expressions that I was having a bad day. Maybe he just learned that it's a "good deed" to compliment someone in a way that would make them feel GOOD, whether it was honest or not as I would have no way of knowing. But for whatever reason, it felt good to hear it. And for about 5 minutes, the bad day I had kind of drifted away.

Unfortuantly its about an hour later so those warm fuzzies are all gone. Good thing the memory is still there. And with any luck, that and White Russians will get me through tomorrow.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

My bum has no memory......

.....and its feeling the pain to prove it!

Its been approximately seven months since I have ridden my beloved Bianchi. Seven months to gain back ten of the pounds I had lost; seven months for my gawd awful saddle bags to rear their ugly "heads" and decorate me in a very unflattering fashion.Again. I can't believe that the saddle on my bike was ever comfortable but sadly I do remember thinking it was actually skooshy. Surely I was delusional. The only way my bike seat could ever be skooshy is if I were to strap memory foam in triplicate to the damn thing and then encase it in a down pillow for good measure.......

BUT (no pun intended) I will not quit. Besides, at some point my ass should lose all feeling and riding will once again be a piece of cake that I look forward to and actually plan for.

hhhmmmm......cake..........Lordy this is going to be a long month.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Myrtle Beach Bike Week

It's just around the corner. We had hoped that by the time it rolled around I would be ready and competant to ride confidently and independantly on my Sporty.

But the 'rents paid us a visit from Maine. Stayed about 3 weeks. Loved having them - it's always a joy having time. But no ride time with them here so the time between the MSF class and when I could actually start practicing riding was wasted, and I am not sure what knowledge the class taught me was lost in the interim.

Then my better half decided to "re-build" his already built bike. Involved lots of shop time. And being as I am such a newbie we didn't feel it wise for me to ride anywhere other than our subdivision unless he was with me. So yet again, almost another month lost as our subdivision is very small and I didn't want to totally piss off our neighbors by riding round and round repeatedly.

Finally, we get both bikes home and running simultaneously. Go for a weekend ride and it was awesome! Scarry as hell as part of it was on a highway and the wind was very new to me as was all the traffic. And the speed (max was 53 but average was 45 - I think I pissed some cagers off a bit). But thoroughly enjoyed the ride nonetheless.

Then - bright idea - let's put my hubby's Nighttrain stock dragbars on my Sportster! Since he changed his out, and the drag bars are definately hotter than my stock Longhorn bars, we went for it. Looks GREAT but the stance of the bike is completely altered. End result - I am no longer familiar with the feel of the bike's handling since all my ride time was with the stock bars. I'm more streched out, which is what I wanted, and wrists do not sit the same, so its resulting in me giving throttle when I don't want to. Almost had an accident because of it really.

We went out for a ride. The day was beautiful and I was feeling pretty confident after the previous ride where I did so well, highway included. But on the first long stretch of road we encountered, it seemed like the bike was accelerating even when I tried to slow it down (was on a steep hill). Result - I panicked - turned right onto the first side road I could at wayyyy to high of a speed (this was after I cleared the hill and still did not seem to slow down). Thank God no car was coming my direction as I was wayyyy wide and took up the whole road; plus it was kind of gravelly so the fact that I stayed upright and able to stop without mishap was potentially a miracle.

That messed with my psyche. And its still messing with my psyche.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Pics of My Ride

Saturday, April 14, 2007

First "bike" Ride

Today, for the very first time, I went on a REAL motorcycle ride. About 25 miles worth that was not confined to my subdivison or a high school parking lot. Some of it was actually on a 4 lane highway!

I feel like I did ok. My husband rode behind me to offer interferance should it be needed and as well to watch how I handled and if I needed any pointers. My max speed was between 50-53 but for me that was fast!!!! I was not expecting the wind factor so I kept it mostly around 45. Thats when I decided I should probably head back home for town roads since the speed limit for the highway I ended up on was 55 and most people exceed that. I did not want to be a hinderance or a statistic.

I had two instances that tested my reflexes. One was a squirrel who ran out in front of me. In my SUV I would usually swerve or slow so as not to risk hurting the squirrel. On the bike I figured better him than me and kept going (he got out of the way just in the nick of time). The second instance was when a truck turned in front of me into his driveway. He practically stopped right in front of me so he could get his mail!! The only thing I did wrong there was not downshift when I slowed and I should have. Lesson learned I hope.

Oh, and its 82 and sunny and GORGEOUS today!! So - YEA!!! And yeh, it was a blast.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

I've been off the wagon. Not dieting; not bike riding; drinking wine a little too often. Have not gained much of the weight back; no where near my goal. Winter ruined things with dark setting early and cold weather. Then the in-laws came for their annual visit. Real hard to stay on the wagon when they have goodies all throughout the kitchen. Will power lasts only so long.

Now its time to get back on the wagon. Its like starting all over again. So far I've started my diet this time around 4 times. Tomorrow I am going for 5.

Keep your fingers crossed for me............

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Update on My Boss

So she finally got a second opinion. GREAT NEWS - the cancer has NOT spread to her throat. They believe it is isolated in her breasts. As well, they claim she is Stage 3(b) (daring even to hope a high 2) and NOT Stage 4.

Chemo wrecks her. Her hair started falling out so she shaved the rest and bought a wig. It actually looks very close to her real hair. I can't imagine what it takes to get up everyday and go through the daily routine so many take for granted. I am not convinced that I would have her determination or courage.

She believes God is her reason. Her reason for the cancer as well as her reason for beating it. I don't know what I believe; I just know that she is an inspiration for hope and courage and faith.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Wow - long time gone

WOW its been a long time since I have posted. So much has been going on in my life. Its so easy to get caught up in the daily grind and before you know it, valuable time has passed that you can never get back. Time that we take for granted yet suffer not one regret until something bad happens and stops you dead in your tracks.

Like it did with my boss.

My boss joined us this past October when she was transferred here by her husbands work. She's a yankee born and bred - well, damn yankee since she unpacked and decided to stay :-)

It took awhile for all of us to come to a comfortable working relationship together. There we lots of changes at work and her coming aboard was the catalyst. But we did come to a comfortable working point, and I found myself really liking her personality and the positivity she brought to the table.

In a matter of weeks she went from being reasonably healthy to having stage 4 breast cancer. And in the week of tests they performed, it was discovered the cancer had spread to her throat.

She is 42. She has a 5 year old son; a 10 year old daughter; and a 14 year old son. Needless to say, she is devastated.

It hit me hard for some reason. I find myself crying alot if I dwell on it too much; the cruelty of life's irony. I can't begin to imagine what she must be feeling, or how she manages the strength to smile and attempt to maintain some level of normalcy in her everyday life. How she manages to hold it together in a feeble attempt to help her kids from falling apart when she herself must be silently going mad........

She told me the doctors think that with chemo and surgery, she could expect another year; no guarantees. The kids will watch their mother, being slowly devastated by chemo; she will have to live, waiting for the inevitable and fearing every step of the way. It breaks my heart.

Statistically, there is a 20% survival rate for stage 4 breast cancer; best case senario for that 20% is 5 years. Ususally much less. But miracles happen. And the will to survive can conquer the unconquerable.

I know it sounds cliche but where there is life, there is hope. And I have hope.....

Saturday, February 17, 2007

MSF Course


I got a motorcycle. Have never ridden one in my life. But one day, after my better half decided he didn't want me riding bitch on his anymore, suggested I learn and see if I wanted to get my own.

So I signed up for the MSF Course. It's a motorcycle safety class that is offered nationwide. Some are free; some charge a fee. They teach you the basics of bike safety and handling. Excellent for a new rider.

Its a 2 & 1/2 day course. The first 1/2 day is spent in the "classroom" studying motorcycle safety and handling. The next two days are spent actually riding. They supply the bikes, helmets, etc. It's usually held in a large parking lot. For me it was at a college parking lot in Columbia SC. They use cones and markers to lay out various "obstacle" courses. They start you out from the most basic of how to start the bike and how to mount/dismount. Then they progress to how to make the bike actually mobile. Throw in turning; stopping; swerving; and variations of all the afore mentioned. At the end of the two days there is a written test and a "road" test (held in the same parking lot) to test your learned knowledge and "skills". As long as you don't have a dink for an instructor or just plain suck at riding, you pass.

Passing means you get a certificate; basically stating that you are safe to attempt road riding. It also entitles you to a discount on insurance with most companies. Although for me, it was a whooping $10 annual discount (Statefarm just LOVES its clients). Wooo-hooo...

BUTTTT - I passed and I got a bike!!! YEA!!!

Monday, February 05, 2007

A little humor for the new year