I'm ok!

Attack Date: July 14, 2008

(apologies...no pictures)


Soo many titles ran through my head...

"T-bone, not just a steak"
"Hit & Fly"
"It was small enough to eat at one sitting"
"Wing and a Prayer"

So, I'm minding my own business again. Took the ramp from River Road, to access the outerloop. I'm doing about 25-30mph. Car ahead and behind.... in right turning on-ramp.

Out of the corner of my left eye, I see something. I remember my MSF class training..."If its small enough to eat at one sitting, hit it.". Well, that really wasn't an option, as it was not in front of me. However, I didn't have breakfast.....

Anyway, I feel it. THUNK Didn't really hit me, as much as the tank, just above my left thigh.

I look down, and see Roger. Don't ask "Why Roger?". Maybe it's b/c I was listening to Duran Duran, and the drummer is Roger...and the 'thunk' made me thing of a bass note. Get it?

So, I look down, and Roger is looking up at me. He's not really stuck, but looks a little out of place and uncomfortable about his possible first motorcycle ride.

Says "Excuse me (in a british accent no less), would you mind helping me out here?"

I think...."this is the easiest drive-thru meal I've ever had." However, wasn't in the mood for poultry at 9am.

I reach down with my left hand, with the slightest grip and gently pick up Roger. It tickled, and he laughed.

Now, I'm still in this right-hand turn....and accelerating to the on-ramp for the beltway.

I can't really take Roger to work with me, and I don't know if he's allowed on the beltway.

I ask..."are you ready for launch, little guy?" and he replies..."Roger". We both laughed at the double entendre.

So, I gracefully chuck him into the air...and watch him fly away. I check my thigh for poop - his, not mine. And am all clear.

I begin laughing....and am still chuckling a little.

The end.