true story
1996 in Maine - - fairly cold winter(teens a lot) but not a much snow-- rode my bike to work in a set of insulated Carhaarts most every day through early March . Parked close to the main gate where the guards (security not screws guys) could keep an eye on my ride. One guard would shake his head in disbelief every day when I'd walk through the gate. Company sends me to Hawaii from early March through late May. Warm and humid over there and I get used to it. Come back home. go on a week long mission to kill as many brain cells as possible at The Weekend Behind The Barn Party and finally get around to going back in to work. Ride my bike in and as I'm getting off I'm shivering, (it's like 52 degrees) Same guard who watched me ride in in 15 degree weather comes over and says "did I just see you shivering?" " Yeah " I says, ""why?" "You ride that thing in here on days when the sled dogs won't go outside to piss and now you're cold. "Brian " he says, " you're one ass backwards Mainiac " Well, the more I thought about it, the more I realized the words of that guard were a message from the great biker in the sky. I was to far to the left to be livin on the right, so a couple years later I packed up wifey and the girls and headed out here to the left coast. Met Beags soon after and annoyed the chit out of him by ridin around Dago at night in "the winter" in just a t-shirt. Fast forward 8 years, I meet Beags for breakfast this past January to go for a put and I've got on a long sleeve shirt, vest, hooded sweatshirt, leather jacket, hat, helmet, gloves, and chaps. Beags says to me "Bro you''re a piece of work you know that?"
so the question I have for this assemblege of great minds is "Where the hell do I go now?
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