Laying your bike down
Out to the box store to get a new mouse. With a tail. Hate the ones that want to keep a radio link open. The last one died; tail troubles. The one before was too noisy, and my neighbour complained.
Part of what keeps me from getting a motorcycle is the fear of “laying my bike down”. I know, there’s no good reason to do so, but I did spend an evening in a ditch after laying a whole line of machines down. By accident. Really. That’s the reason I missed my high school reunion this weekend. Old memories and all that.
Anyhow, this afternoon I watched a woman miss her step while destraddling her hog, and she laid it down in front of the grocery store. Shouldn’t have been parked there, but that’s beside the point. It took four people to right the ruin. Inexperienced but helpful bystanders. The only damage seemed to be to the rider’s pride. I guess that wasn’t part of the program when she learned her basics.
If ever I lay my car down, I’ll write about it. For now, I’m just careful when I park.
Down in the St-Jean-sur-Richelieu area, people are preparing for another increase in water levels. They’ve been under siege for more than a month. I’m not sure how many hours that makes, but methinks it’s time to call the bank and see if the next house will be a boat. Seriously. I checked, and there isn’t a chapter in the Building Code about submerged living standards.
