Btw, speakin' of this whole "doo-rag" thing again...
I was up in Jerome last Sunday, standin' in front of the old saloon called The Spirit Room and stuck up a conversation with a couple of Harley guys there.
One of 'em turned to the other and asked if he was gonna ride to that big meet they have in Laughlin every year, and if he was, then he'd have to bring a helmet 'cause Nevada has a helmet law.
Well, the other guy replied that he wasn't sure if he was gonna go, but if he did, he'd be sure to bring one of those "damn brain buckets".
Now, you know me! I JUST could resist sayin', "Well, ya see that thing sittin' on that beautiful Triumph's seat right there? Well, one of those "damn brain buckets" kinda like THAT one once saved my head BIG TIME after some freakin' kid about 17 years ago pulled his cage right in front of me while I was goin' about 35mph down a road and after my head bounced off the pavement about three times."
Now, what's funny here is that the "darn brain bucket" guy tells me that he kinda knows what I've talkin' about, as he then goes on to tell me that about 5 years ago he ran off of White Spar Pass Road(my favorite road to "have fun on", if ya know what I mean
) when I still lived in Prescott. This guy THEN does on to tell me that he hit his head SO hard on a boulder that he was in a coma for 5 days, BUT when he finally awoke from this coma, the doctor told him that "it was a good thing he wasn't wearing a helmet because just the weight of it probably would've broken his neck".
Uh huh, I kid to NOT! And THIS is when the guy pulls back his long hair from around his face and points to this REALLY "nice" indentation of about 1/2 an inch in and about an inch in diameter just above his right eye and around his temple.
Well, my reply was FIRST to tell him that while I'm pretty much against helmet laws, after that freakin' kid pulled in front of ME back then and after my helmet hit at JUST about the same area as where HE hit his head, I didn't have to wait for some passerby to stop and call the paramedics while I lay in a freakin' coma, 'cause MY first reaction was pick myself up off that freakin' asphalt, start to hop around on my right foot('cause I THOUGHT my left leg was broken, but it turned out just to be a very bad sprain) and to get in that freakin' kids face as he exited his freakin' cage and start yellin' at him somethin' like, "WHAT, you freakin' moron?! Are you BLIND or somethin'?!!! Just look at MY BIKE and what YOU DID!!!"
(...and that's the end of THAT story...just thought you might appreciate hearin' it, THAT'S all!)
