It was such a nice day today! With temps in the mid 70s it was a great day to ride, so when hubby got home from work that’s exactly what we did. He rode the bike to work today, and now that it’s warming up he’s going to be doing that a lot more if he can help it. With gas prices and a 45 minute ride up the mountain who blames him? We save money and he gets to enjoy himself!

I’ve definitely got to buy him a new tank bag and maybe even a set of saddle bags. I saw some awesome ones on sale awhile back that are made just for sport bikes. Riding the bike to work means he either has to leave all of his tools are work or find a place on the bike to carry them. It was quite a fiasco getting him to work this morning…or well yesterday morning considering it’s now almost 3am. He had to carry a nail gun and some air tools with him, so he loaded up the biggest back pack I have and ended up stuffing an air hose up his jacket. He was definitely a funny sight!

Luckily because we’ve got a YZF 600r he had plenty of room under the seat to store some stuff.  He put a hammer and a couple other things in there.  It’s so fun to pick on my friends because they don’t even have room for a credit card and sell phone in their seat storage!  I can fit 2 take out plates and a 20 oz drink in mine!

What happens when you have a group of girls who ride together a lot? Well of course they all have their “cycles” at the same time, and that makes them moody from time to time. The influx of progesterone at a certain time of month can make some of the boys not want to play nice with a bunch of bitchy girls.

I was reminded of that today. My best friend said she took her bike out for a little while yesterday before the rain started, and she invited a couple guy friends to go along.   She also invited our other female friend who rides with us.  My friend wanted to ride up 28, but the boys wanted to hit 178. What happens when you don’t agree with a pmsy woman? She’s going to be mad at you. She doesn’t know what happened exactly, but one minute they were laughing and having fun. The next minute she was bitching, and our other female friend was throwing her gloves at the boys. That’s my girls! Let those emotions flow! That’s the only thing that’s going to make you feel better! Of course the boys got mad at them and left.

Now here’s what I have to say to those guys and any other guys who might ride with females.  Just remember you’re not the ones who have to learn to get comfortable on that tiny ass seat with a pad in your panties or a tampon shoved up your tata. Learn to be a little more sensitive!

So my cousin has this little bike he built. We call it the “Hardly Davidson” because it looks kind of like a Harley frame, but it’s running off like a 6 hp lawn mower motor. It’s top speed is maybe 15mph, but it’s fun as hell to ride around on in parking lots. We took it up to a huge parking lot and all rode on it for a little while. Hubby was up first. He so looks like a fat guy on a little bike!

I decided I needed to upstage him somehow, so I put on my full gear…helmet, leathers, gloves…everything but my boots! I looked like a total idiot, but it made for a great photo moment. By the way I was laughing because the thing is hard as hell to turn left. The chain pops off just about every time, so you have to hit the dirt or fall over on the pavement.

It’s scary how proportional I look on such an itty bitty bike.

Yup, I have to agree.