In Memoriam
Now that my smashed up foot is all healed up (sorta), I gave my scooter another try. I have a Honda Silverwing. It's huge: like 600 cc and top speed 120 mph. Rune and I went on a long ride together through the countryside. It was beautiful. The only drawback was the bugs. Seriously, we flew through clouds of nasty May bugs and their guts spattered far and wide. It got so bad I had to search frantically for a gutless hole to peer through lest I end up in Beaumont. (Oh horrors!) My emotions took wide swings during the ride. Most of the time I was disgusted, I mean greasy guts tainting the scenery ain't ideal. SOmetimes I fest sorry for the little critters. Here they are, minding their business, creating future windshield adornments, probably enjoying the scenery as well, and SPLAT. Their assholes go right through their windpipes. Then I'd get angry. I mean, how dare they sully my crystal clear windshield with their innards. have they now death etiquette? Then, I'd get surreal. What if we were in some giant's world and suddenly got pasted across their windshields. And instead of grieving over their loss, they just gagged a few times and annoyingly wiped out guts off with a shop towel. Anyway, all in all it was fun, bug guts and all--fun for everyone but the bugs.