Misadventures...

[DDT (12)]

                                                              Misadventures…

Ever have those? I do occasionally… Not as much as I did during my misspent youth, though, but I do still encounter a doozy now and then. I suppose it comes from too much ‘auto-pilot’ activity… By that I mean acting or reacting more or less without conscious thought about what I’m doing… going through the motions out of habit, routine. I had another one yesterday morning…

I’ve done it untold thousands of times… I awaken in the morning and wonder if it’s daylight… it almost never is. I get up anyway, because of the ultimatum being issued by my bladder… It’s the one where I’m informed that a discharge is imminent; however, if I act quickly, I can still determine where it occurs… the only choice is where, not if…

Once that is handled, the first real choice confronts me… should I return to the warm bed, or just stay up. I decided to just stay up yesterday, so I dressed, went downstairs, and into the kitchen. I’d made the coffee ready the evening before, as usual, so I pushed the button, turned on my smart box, and headed for the patio door… just like I usually do…

I put on my jacket and cap, twisted the door knob and continued… Found my seat in the dark, fired up, and cast my gaze out at the barely visible trees silhouetted against the quite dim gray sky beyond… morning would be another hour, I reckoned…

This is quality time for this now ‘morning person’. I really enjoy just sitting there, alone in the dark, letting my mind free-wheel in that wondrous ‘Beta state’ … the interval between being sound asleep and fully awake.

Sometimes I reflect upon things that have been just below the surface gnawing at my subconscious recently, other times I consider all that must be addressed this new day, but always random thoughts that just pop up… no structure or forced focus… that will come soon enough.

Brrrrr, rather chilly this new day, and I was under-dressed for a lengthy ponder session anyway. OK, time for some magical ebony fluid so the cob-web clearing process could continue…

I grabbed the door knob to re-enter the house and… what? cursed thing was locked!!! Oh crap! I quickly checked my pockets for the key… no joy! How is that possible? I then mentally retraced the sequence of recent events that had led up to this unhappy circumstance…

Nick is still in the hospital, so I’d done a couple of loads of laundry, including his dirty clothes hamper and bed linens, plus my own things… Because I wanted to do it all at the same time and in as few loads as possible, I’d changed into my shorts so the jeans I’d had on could also be washed… I can be so efficient sometimes…

Well, when finished washing and drying, I folded everything, then packed my stuff, all but what I’d be wearing the following day, into my travel bag… I still didn’t know when I might be riding off, but I like to be prepared for any sudden impulse or whim… The contents of my pockets were all neatly organized just like I always arrange them… on the counter… still on the counter…

I reckon one could argue it is a safety feature, but who really knows. Anyway, the door knobs on all of Nick’s exterior doors will turn normally on the inside whether or not the door is actually locked. In order to avoid my then current circumstance, one must actually check the position of the twist knob or otherwise ensure they are not locking themselves out… an easily overlooked miniscule detail when operating on auto-pilot…That explained my situation… but it didn’t help it… Now what? I sat down again… it was now time to begin some focused, structured thought…

I looked in all the places folks often hide spare keys… under mats, on nearby ledges and shelves, under do-dads on shelves… nothing. I then began to consider having to break-in… Dang, I didn’t look forward to first having to explain all this to my cousin lying in a hospital bed all pale and sickly looking, and already dealing with enough stressful stuff… I also dreaded having to spend the next couple of days having the door replaced, then having to pay for all that!

And, what if the neighbors heard me…? I then rehearsed my explanation to the cops when they eventually drew-down on me and had me ‘assume the position’… Dang, this sure seems a most severe punishment for such a tiny oversight, I thought to myself, as I fought hard to avoid summer-salting down the slippery slope of self-pity…

I picked up a propane tank on the patio next to the grill… Yep, that should be enough heft to get me in, but I surely didn’t want to set that and all it would entail into motion… I sat down and began to think some more… It seemed even cooler by then than it had when I’d first emerged onto the patio, and I was starting to think the break-in option may have to be employed soon.

I wondered if I could remain on the patio until after daylight, then impose upon one of the neighbors to let me contact a locksmith…? That seemed a viable thought at that, so… I longingly peered through the window at the coffee now ready, my smart box, the clothes for today lying right where I’d placed them, my cell phone, all my pocket contents lying there on the counter… I could actually see the needed key! I imagined I could smell the aroma of those special mountain grown beans so meticulously selected by Juan Valdez… Dang it all anyway!!! This just ain’t right!

I returned to the rocker to think some more… and to brood some more, too… Hmmmm, I’ve heard Nick mention his next door neighbor many times. He is a retired Marine Corps pilot and a really great guy, I’d been told.

They would check each other’s mail when gone, and they even had keys to their respective houses… Could it be? The way things had been going so far that day, I doubted it… But, it would certainly be worth a try before bashing in a door or waiting on a locksmith – assuming I could even get one to come out on Sunday…

I made my way in the dark through the jungle of vegetation and decorative plants to the neighbor’s front door and rang the bell… nothing… Hmmm, they’re probably off visiting grandkids someplace, but it is still quite early… I’ll try again in a while… I returned to the rocker… Surely the cops will be along any minute… better go over my story again…

Dawn finally arrived, and my legs were really feeling the chill… OK, let’s try the neighbor again… I rang the doorbell thinking this was probably a futile effort, but it had to be tried anyway… at least I could tell Nick I’d exhausted that sensible option before ruining his back door… The front porch light came on, and I nearly wet my pants!!!

This brawny, manly looking figure appeared in the doorway as he opened it, and I looked for a weapon soon to be pointed at my face… Nope, his hands were empty… He was wearing only gym shorts, but he was a good-sized dude, and he appeared more fit than this mere refugee from the toils of sedentary labor. I began babbling like a caught-red-handed juvenile spilling his guts to the imposing authority-figure with the inquiring frown on his face…

“Where’s Nick,” he asked? In the hospital… “Why? Come on in, I do have a key here someplace…” WOW! I suddenly felt relief at least as great as making it to the potty just in time when dealing with a hugely elevated pooperosity level!

“Here, try these…” Mo had a collection of a dozen or more keys… none labeled. I told him he used a method of keeping track very much like mine. I have a similar number of unmarked keys on a large ring in my shaving kit… When in need, I just start trying keys until one works… I left to go try the ones he’d handed me… None worked.

Back to his house, where I discovered he had found a few more… I left again and gave them a try… nope. I returned them to him, and he informed me he had found one more, and that I should go try it… It worked!!! WOW!!! Life was suddenly oh so good again!!! Mo is far too big and tough looking to hug or anything, so I let a handshake and sincere ‘thanks’ suffice…

It sure felt good to pour that first cup o’ Joe… at last! It tasted better than any I’ve had in recent memory… I put my own key in my pocket, too… I’m also considering a neck-strap or chain to wear that key twenty-four/seven…

DDT

Note: Nick came home from the hospital today… Hard to tell when he might be well enough for me to depart… At least we won’t have to wait for completion of any home repairs… ALI, of course, continues to patiently stand-by…

Disclaimer: No property or animals were injured in the making of this misadventure.

[Pappy!]

Ahhh the memories!
Back in my corporate days we were staying at a huge hotel up around Lake Geneva for a combination sales/service meeting.
Late in the evening on of my cohorts decides to exit his hotel room, run to the ice machine for some ice for libations, and run back to his room..........in his tidy whities. He made the run but heard that fateful "CLICK" the door makes as it closes and locks. No cell phone, no key, his only way back into his room was to head to the front desk.....in his tidy whities. He was quickly given a towel as I understand and escorted back to his room by a desk clerk but not before he was witnessed by many on his path to the front desk. Gotta' love prior planning!
Of course we never teased him about it, no, never, yeah right!

[hubcapsc]

in his tidy whities.

Imagine being in that state, but not remembering which room was yours?

-Mike 

[The emperor has no clothes]

Whew ! I was getting a little worried the cops were going to have you assume the position.


Bruce, I think your stories just keep getting better and better ! I felt like I was off in the distance watching your misadventure developing, and chuckling a little bit I must confess.  Great story !

[Firefighter]

Wish I could write like you, or even talk sorta like that. You should write novels! I run out of words quickly, then all that is left are Cat or Dog followed by quiet.

[Bigwolf]

Wow!  That sounds like a chilling misadventure.    It made for another good read though.
Hope Nick gets back to full wellness soon.  Keep sharing your adventures.......mis or otherwise.

Bigwolf

[Valkorado]

Best one yet!   

[art]

That's a good one,at least it wasn't summer and you in your shorts. !5 years ago I got locked out of my truck at McDonalds with my 80 year old Mom. I left the keys in the ignition and seen them just as she closed and locked the truck. I had to wait for 1 1/2 hours for help to arrive. I think it was a few months later I remembered that I hid a key under the front fender. I'm still mad at myself for that dumb thing.

[Thunderbolt]

I sort of figured that one out as you were telling the story but laughed out loud when reading at least two sentences Bruce.  Hope cuz continues to improve.

[Jess from VA]

Keys are a wonderful invention. 

But they certainly have lead to an amazing number of funny stories.

Like me using a ladder to break into my own home.  The fifth window I checked was unlocked.  Now actually getting off the ladder and through the window is also harder than it sounds.  Boy was I glad the idiot homeowner left an upstairs window unlocked. 

I long since hid keys outside for these idiot moments.  Don't bother looking, you won't find them.  In a few years, I probably won't find them either.

And how many here have lost their Valk key, only to search high and low before finding the foker where you left it in the seat latch?   

 

[DirtyDan]

Remember that wedge I carry ? Opens ANY lock. Of course you won't be able to close it again. But sometimes you gotta break a few eggs 

Dan

[MarkT]

And how many here have lost their Valk key, only to search high and low before finding the foker where you left it in the seat latch?  

Yep.  Been there done that.  More than once.
It's a PITA to get past the plumbing to the seat latch with the key ring on Jade.  So I brazed a lever to an extra key.  Not real obvious unless you know the bike.  However anyone stealing the bike will be stopped in a mile with the fuel security system.

[Hook#3287]

Great story Bruce.

Reminds me of the time I put my tool box in the front seat of my F250 and shut the door.  Then heard the distinct "thud" as both doors locked.  The tool box hit the power lock switch.  As I looked in the ignition, I saw the only key I had, in it.

I spent an hour with an assortment of tools and coat hanger type implements to no avail.

As I stood there with a hammer, contemplating how much the side vent window was going to cost, I put the hammer down and actually said out loud "There's gotta be something better"

Then I looked at the rear sliding window closer, I had spent time with tools at it already.

What I did was drill a 1/8 hole in the frame where the latch was, put a finish nail in it, and with a tap of the hammer, voila.

I used that hole again at a Home Depot, some years later.  But I had to go back in the store and steal a finish nail.

[Jess from VA]

BTW, new(er) cars are hard if not impossible to break into, short of breaking glass.

A local lock and key pro told me something that I did not know.

He said, always break the windshield, they are cheaper than any other window in the vehicle.

I suppose there may be some exotic car exceptions, but so many more windshields are broken on the road, they make X many more of them than any others, thus supply and demand trumps size and shape.


Of course the drive home in winter or thunderstorms may be more exciting, but anything for a cheaper window.  And, intentional damage to a car is rarely covered by insurance.

[The emperor has no clothes]

Great story Bruce.

Reminds me of the time I put my tool box in the front seat of my F250 and shut the door.  Then heard the distinct "thud" as both doors locked.  The tool box hit the power lock switch.  As I looked in the ignition, I saw the only key I had, in it.

I spent an hour with an assortment of tools and coat hanger type implements to no avail.

As I stood there with a hammer, contemplating how much the side vent window was going to cost, I put the hammer down and actually said out loud "There's gotta be something better"

Then I looked at the rear sliding window closer, I had spent time with tools at it already.

What I did was drill a 1/8 hole in the frame where the latch was, put a finish nail in it, and with a tap of the hammer, voila.

I used that hole again at a Home Depot, some years later.  But I had to go back in the store and steal a finish nail.

Bill, that would work fine for a fit & trim person such as yourself. For a fat bastard like me, not so much. I could see myself stuck in the window in the parking lot of Home Depot. Only to have a crowd gathered around watching Firemen with the jaws of life destroy my truck to free me. 

[DDT (12)]

First, thanks everybody for all the kind comments! I gotta admit it was an empty, lonely, fearful feeling trying to figure out what I was going to do... No action was not an option, the wrong action would be expensive and produce repercussions beyond the immediate issue, and all of that was having to be considered before my first cup of coffee! Pressure was compounded by being under-dressed for the cool temps. Oh well, it did all work out, plus I got to meet a couple of really nice neighbors...

Second, it's comforting to learn so many others have had similar boo-boos! Misery does indeed love company, so... thanks for stepping-up and fessing-up... I got a chuckle out of those misques, just as some of you did from mine. FYI, I now find myself checking that door before any exit, then not closing it all the way... Am I becoming paranoid? Skeerdey-pants at a minimum...

I'm trying to see if this will place my post back on the board! When I looked at the board this morning, I couldn't find it anywhere, so... I did a search... There it was, so I then wondered if making a reply might restore it... Of course, not mentioning politics may have caused my post to have been pulled, in which case I understand... OK, now time to 'Post' and see what happens...

DDT

[wiggydotcom]

A might fine story that is, Bruce. I think we've all been there. Glad Nick is home where healing will occur much faster no doubt.  Now...find a spot in that garage where you can tap in a tiny brad and hang a spare key. I've done that in my garage, just in case.
And I have a keypad mounted on the outside so I can always get into the garage...as long as I don't go senile and forget the code. 

[DDT (12)]

WOW! My post wasn't removed after all, it somehow got moved to the top of the list... ahead of the rules of the road and everything! Is this an acknowledgement of the importance of this thread? A boo-boo? The result of fat fingers? Who knows...? I surely don't...

DDT

[The emperor has no clothes]

WOW! My post wasn't removed after all, it somehow got moved to the top of the list... ahead of the rules of the road and everything! Is this an acknowledgement of the importance of this thread? A boo-boo? The result of fat fingers? Who knows...? I surely don't...

DDT

I don't know either, but I suspect it was done deliberately by one of the admins. After all it does have the flashing light bulb in addition. TAKE YOUR RIGHTFUL PLACE AT THE THRONE MY FRIEND !
 
Now that this has been done, I wonder if there is a way for them to go back and group all your stories into one phenomenal thread ?

[Rams]

Another excellent story.   

I'm just relieved to know that I'm not the only one who has such "mis-adventures".   

I usually avoid telling folks about mine but, they are normally much more embarrassing.....

[old2soon]

Whether in the cage or on the Phatt Ghurl I carry 2 COMPLETE sets of keys for THAT very scenario. AND even Though I have a dead bolt on the front door I make cursed SURE that when I step out for what Ever Reason I have a key to said dead bolt. Neighbor lady in East Texas was living next door and got hold of me cuz she had locked her keys in her Ford sedan. As I'm walking to her car with her I'm making a coat hanger straight and putting a small hook on the end. Get to her car force the coat hanger thru the top weather stripping wiggle it around a bit pull up on the button. Less than 30 seconds to break into her ride. Lets just say she was impressed a bit. Give you an idea her and her husband lived in East Texas all their lives. They were mistaken for Bonnie and Clyde in their younger days. Yes-THAT Bonnie and Clyde. RIDE SAFE.

[Smokinjoe-VRCCDS#0005]

I then rehearsed my explanation to the cops when they eventually drew-down on me and had me ‘assume the position’  <----LOL 


I've done that many times .... Another great read Bruce as always these stories always make me 

[Smokinjoe-VRCCDS#0005]

in his tidy whities.

Imagine being in that state, but not remembering which room was yours?

-Mike 

Who would do such a thing 

[RDAbull]

Bruce, another great story for the collection.
I had almost the exact thing happen to me the other day.  Had to go, got up , went, made coffee, sat on the couch in the sun room, fell asleep again. 
Well, almost the same thing.
Not a glamorous though.

[DDT (12)]

In keeping with the spirit of the replies and confessions being made... let me add to that with another boo-boo tale on my part.

I've been in No Head City for over two weeks now, and, to say the least, I haven't been riding any. I did change the oil and filter shortly after my arrival here, though, and I did warm up the engine to allow the new oil to circulate... OK, and to ensure there were no embarrassing leaks, drips, or new patches of fluid on the concrete... There were none, so I took great comfort in that.

Today I was sitting around pondering different things and a notion popped into the conscious realm of my mental activity... that it would probably be a good idea to fire ALI up and let her run a bit... So far, so good...

I checked the gear positon: Yep, in neutral. I then pushed the choke lever all the way down, turned the key on, and hit the starter button... She tried to turn over, and she did seem to be cranking as always... only she struggled to actually fire up. She finally did fire, but she ran really rough and only with the throttle held wide open... and only for a short time.

I assumed at first the carbs were gummed up, and this was going to be a problem. No Honda place nearby that I know of, so it could also quickly become a logistical headache... I decided to let her sit a bit and give it another try in a few minutes...

Later we had the same experience... oh my, this ain't good... I have no idea why I glanced at the 'trip log', but that was a stroke of brilliance, it turned out... Dang! It read '193' miles since my last fill-up! Apparently I had cruised in just ahead of the time I'd need to switch on to reserve... I made the switch, and ALI roared to life, after a wee bit more coaxing, of course...

I almost always park her after topping off her tank for a couple of reasons... I didn't do so this time, however, and now I have to suffer with all this egg on my face... The silver lining in all of this is that ALI is running fine, and we have enough gas to make it to a station... assuming I don't forget to stop soon when we head out again...

DDT

[Hook#3287]

  I can't believe you would do such a rookie stupi.....  Oh, wait.   I've done that.  Several times.

[t-man403]

Well this took the boredom out of up-dating my 3 GPS's!

Funny how simple it is to mess up at times and what sucks......is there is no one else around to blame ....... hate that!

Yesterday was one on me.

Took a drive west to unwind, enjoy the scenery of winter as it's coming close to spring and take a few pictures. I'll take my good camera along and see what I can get. I thought that it would be a good idea to go to the little waterfall in K country as there would or should be so pretty good ice formation there.

As I walk up the trail to what is the best viewpoint, I pass a gal heading down, wearing a bright red jacket and carrying a camera with a foot long bazooka on it! I get to where I want to be for taking a picture or two and be danged if she wasn't standing right in front of the fall, just standing there staring at it!

Patience Terry ....... she's just enjoying what she see's so just relax ....... that's why you came out here ..... right?! Good grief ..... now what is she doing? Selfies with her phone .... okay your done now move it!!! Nope, now stand there and stares some more.

Now there are a couple more folks up with me that want to take pictures and she is still standing in the scene with that bright red jacket! I am now hoping she falls in so I can take a picture of her frozen arse floating down the river  ! Time to take action. I walk back down and ask her if I can help by taking her picture with her phone. "No, I'm good" she says and I followed up with I'm not and neither are they as I point up to the other with their cameras in hand. "Oh, guess I should move" she says.

Now I can get my picture, so I go back up and turn around to face the fall and there she is on the high side of the fall in that bright red flipping jacket  !!! She sticks out like a sore thumb on that pure white snow. Ah....... she moves off to the left behind the rocks so now is my chance! I turn on my camera, look through the viewfinder and in there it says "no memory card installed"  !! The built in memory is full  . I check the on board memory and the photos on there I did not want to delete so back to my truck I go with nothing!

I really want to blame that gal in the red jacket ....... maybe I can ....... if she wasn't there I'd a been home earlier....... 

[Misfit]

Well this took the boredom out of up-dating my 3 GPS's!

Funny how simple it is to mess up at times and what sucks......is there is no one else around to blame ....... hate that!

Yesterday was one on me.

Took a drive west to unwind, enjoy the scenery of winter as it's coming close to spring and take a few pictures. I'll take my good camera along and see what I can get. I thought that it would be a good idea to go to the little waterfall in K country as there would or should be so pretty good ice formation there.

As I walk up the trail to what is the best viewpoint, I pass a gal heading down, wearing a bright red jacket and carrying a camera with a foot long bazooka on it! I get to where I want to be for taking a picture or two and be danged if she wasn't standing right in front of the fall, just standing there staring at it!

Patience Terry ....... she's just enjoying what she see's so just relax ....... that's why you came out here ..... right?! Good grief ..... now what is she doing? Selfies with her phone .... okay your done now move it!!! Nope, now stand there and stares some more.

Now there are a couple more folks up with me that want to take pictures and she is still standing in the scene with that bright red jacket! I am now hoping she falls in so I can take a picture of her frozen arse floating down the river  ! Time to take action. I walk back down and ask her if I can help by taking her picture with her phone. "No, I'm good" she says and I followed up with I'm not and neither are they as I point up to the other with their cameras in hand. "Oh, guess I should move" she says.

Now I can get my picture, so I go back up and turn around to face the fall and there she is on the high side of the fall in that bright red flipping jacket  !!! She sticks out like a sore thumb on that pure white snow. Ah....... she moves off to the left behind the rocks so now is my chance! I turn on my camera, look through the viewfinder and in there it says "no memory card installed"  !! The built in memory is full  . I check the on board memory and the photos on there I did not want to delete so back to my truck I go with nothing!

I really want to blame that gal in the red jacket ....... maybe I can ....... if she wasn't there I'd a been home earlier....... 

Thanks for the laugh Terry. 

[The emperor has no clothes]

Well, I guess I'm going to have to fess up. We've been having some issues with our son. Which is a whole another story, but because of it for the last couple weeks I've been locking all the vehicle keys in my trunk. After a well deserved date night of dinner and a movie, my wife asked if I would wash her Miata today on my day off. So after we get home I go in the garage to unlock my trunk and get the key for the truck for her. It was kind of dark and I grab the key and shut the trunk. Only to realize I'd also switched my bike key for another set of keys. So...three copies of the bike keys are now locked away.  To say I was mad at myself, mad at my son, and mad at the world would have been an understatement. I slink back in the house and tell my wife what I had just done. She asks me what am I going to do ? I tell her I have no idea. I think about it for a while and figure I will call a locksmith I the morning and see if they can pick the lock.
 So, next morning arrives and they are really busy and won't be able to send anyone till the next day.    I talk to the guy for a while and ask if he's got any ideas. He suggests removing one of the saddlebag locks and bringing it in. Only problem, those are locked also.  Then a lightbulb goes off in my head (only a 20W bulb though) I remember reading a post years back of somebody removing their ignition and there being a code on it for making a key. So an hour later after removing the transmission cover, the chrome engine hanger I was finally able to get the ignition off. And sure enough there is a code on it.  Run down to the locksmith, 10 minutes later I'm walking out with a key. Another hour putting her back together and all is good.  Then it's out to wash her Miata in the heat of the day.
  I hate making stupid mistakes, but I sure like it when things turn out. 

[Hook#3287]

Then a lightbulb goes off in my head (only a 20W bulb though)

Good thing you didn't count on it to see what you were doing while taking the ignition out.

[The emperor has no clothes]

Then a lightbulb goes off in my head (only a 20W bulb though)

Good thing you didn't count on it to see what you were doing while taking the ignition out.

I'm just smart enough to know I'm dumb. 

[t-man403]

(only a 20W bulb though)

Some days that even seems bright! 

[DDT (12)]

It's been said that, "Misery loves company..." If true, then I am indeed right in the sweet spot! Sorry for all the travails of my friends around North America, but I do appreciate all y'all sharing your stories... It doesn't change the outcome for any of us, but we can at least take comfort in learning we're not alone... Wonder if there are any more 20W light bulbs left out there? Appears there has been a run on them lately!

DDT

[DDT (12)]

Dang! I just did it yet again! I just locked myself out for the second time since that fateful morning central to my original post... Mercifully, I had a key with me both of these last two episodes, but... I've really got to work on that... May have to run to WalMart and get some more 20W light bulbs, too...

DDT

[The emperor has no clothes]

Dang! I just did it yet again! I just locked myself out for the second time since that fateful morning central to my original post... Mercifully, I had a key with me both of these last two episodes, but... I've really got to work on that... May have to run to WalMart and get some more 20W light bulbs, too...

DDT

at least you had the foresight to know you would probably do it again 

[Valkorado]

Keys, schmeeze.  You haven't lived until you ride off on a group ride leaving your woman in the motel parking lot.     Like Tailgate said, I should have told her I was going top off the tank.  Yes, truth hurts.  
Thanks again to MarkT for bringing my slightly peeved human cargo the two blocks to the gas station.

[Jess from VA]

Keys, schmeeze.  You haven't lived until you ride off on a group ride leaving your woman in the motel parking lot.      Like Tailgate said, I should have told her I was going top off the tank.  Yes, truth hurts.  

 

Now that's funny right there.  Nothing like getting excited about the ride.

If I'd ever done that, I couldn't go back.  She'd be like Sherman marching through GA.

There's misadventures........ and Miss adventures. 

[Valkorado]

Keys, schmeeze.  You haven't lived until you ride off on a group ride leaving your woman in the motel parking lot.      Like Tailgate said, I should have told her I was going top off the tank.  Yes, truth hurts.  

 

Now that's funny right there.  Nothing like getting excited about the ride.

If I'd ever done that, I couldn't go back.  She'd be like Sherman marching through GA.

There's misadventures........ and Miss adventures. 

Yup, was in the front babbling with Deadpan's son about his cool looking rice burner.  When he went zoom, so did I!  Thought my bike felt faster...

[Tailgate Tommy]

Keys, schmeeze.  You haven't lived until you ride off on a group ride leaving your woman in the motel parking lot.     Like Tailgate said, I should have told her I was going top off the tank.  Yes, truth hurts.  
Thanks again to MarkT for bringing my slightly peeved human cargo the two blocks to the gas station.

I would have given her a ride but I was afraid she would beat me about the head and shoulders 

[DDT (12)]

Don't remember ever forgetting a passenger, but I did leave home on a road trip one time without having mounted my travel bag... Fortunately, I noticed its absence after only five miles or so, so I was able to recover... Bike covers and other individual items, however, have been left many times! Yep, misery does indeed love company!!! Thanks for sharing...

DDT