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We had a potluck at work a few weeks ago. Adina needed the car, so I had to take the crockpot in myself.

It worked out fine except for the constant clanking of the lid every time I hit a bump.

I’ve now come to the point where I’ve put almost 9,000 miles on one or the other of the motorcycles I’ve had. What’s interesting is that, up until very recently, I couldn’t see myself ever becoming as comfortable riding a motorcycle as I do now.In fact, I’ve put so many more miles of motorcycle driving in over the past couple of years than I have car driving that I actually feel more comfortable riding a motorcycle than driving a car. I mean comfortable not in the “creature comforts” sense there’s nothing comfortable about sitting at a stop light on a motorcycle in 108? temperatures but in the sense of confidence. While I still have a way to go (I still find it difficult to turn sharply at very low speeds), I am actually having fun riding now.There is one little problem though: the horn. It would be nice if people could actually hear me when I honk at them because they are changing lanes into my lane. I need to take the bike in for an oil change soon, so maybe I’ll have them add the 106db air horns I’ve had my eye on while the bike’s in the shop.

I was stuck behind a car in traffic this morning that had a sticker in their back window saying, “Never drive faster than your angel can fly.” Their angel must have a decent top speed, but really poor acceleration. If they got this bike, they’d need to get a new angel. Zero to 60 in 2.8 seconds. Wow.