An Act Punishable By Death In Some Cultures

Steve Kinchen, Sr/ August 19, 2013/ General Rants & Raves About Riding, Piaggio MP3/ 2 comments

I havent posted in quite some time after my grand adventure.  Other than my post trip service outing, and a few short rides as weather has permitted, I have not been able to ride as much as I would ordinarily like to due to work obligations and poor weather.  The sad reality is that I have not ridden a single mile since June 30th.  I have planned, at the very least, on riding to work a few recent Saturdays when I had no afterwork obligations, but the forecasts have been enough to dissuade me from suiting up.  Of course, the days where the sun is shinning, I have responsibilities from sun up to well past sundown.  Arrrggh.

So, Mondays are typically my day off… but today I was in the office covering for an employee that is on vacation until tomorrow.  My normally charming wife made me lunch as she does most days and dutifully delivered it to me at work.  Nothing special, other than her delivering it to me with a smile, until she urged me to “walk her outside.”  As we approached the front of my shop, it was not what I noticed, but what was absent that I noticed… her van was not outside.

She was giggling and yucking it up with my business partner that was already aware of the cruel, heartless, and inconsiderate ruse that she had played on me this day that shall not soon be forgotten.

My Automobile, AND MY Motorcycle Parked Outside My Shop

My Automobile, AND MY Motorcycle Parked Outside My Shop

I stepped outside and saw MY MP3 500 parked next to my rainy day cage… HER helmet hanging from MY rearview mirror.  HER gloves hanging over MY handlebars.  Granted, I benevolently allow her to wash and wax my MP3 500 on occasion, and I even occasionally let her ride it when I am on my BMW RT, but this was an assault on everything that I hold dear, and a grand mockery of my very identity!

Let the taunting begin as she was laughing at the fact that I was standing outside, watching her ride away, on MY MOTORCYCLE!

Let the taunting begin as she was laughing at the fact that I was standing outside, watching her ride away, on MY MOTORCYCLE!

After several minutes of continuous remorseless mockery, she could tell that I was not amused, and she decided to rub some salt into the gapping, bloody wound to my soul that she had now inflicted.  I stood in utter disbelief as she slid her gloves on, jacked her leg over the seat, and fired up the engine.  As the engine purred, she put her fire engine red helmet on her head… I swear I saw horns, a pointed tail and a pitchfork as she started to pull forward towards the street.

I could STILL hear her chuckling as she was riding away...

I could STILL hear her chuckling as she was riding away… Back to Hell, Satan…

If you look closely at this last photo, you can see clouds forming over my head and legions of demons falling into formation to follow their leader back from whence they came.

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2 Comments

  1. Tooooo funny!!!!!! Steve you are quite the descriptive writer….

  2. BACK TO HELL SATAN!!!! BWAHH!!!!!!

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