Okay...I give up. Ya know that self-satisfied little shot I gave you guys who know what the term "riding season" means....well....I just returned from the doctor's office for a much posposed physical that I should have had done years ago.
It was a beautiful morning here today in L.A., and so I jumped on the BA to ride to the doctor's office and have the learned physician take that friggin' rubber-gloved finger of her's....well, you get the idea here.
Well ANYWAY, after I was poked and prodded and drained of precious bodily fluids in order to see how many more years I'll be around in order to bug all you knuckleheads in the future, I walked out of her office to see threatening skys that promised some of that there wet stuff falling from them.
I figured I could maybe make it home(about five miles) before that happened.
WRONG!!!
Do you guys know how much HAIL the size of friggin' marbles HURTS when it hits ya smack dab in the friggin' face???
