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!!!!!!!!

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.