It started out like any other day...Amanda and I had been trying to have our schedules click enough for an IRL and today was the day...

I had that "I shouldn't have had Jack and lemonade AND 6 beers in the same evening" feeling...but no time to piss and moan now.Blasting northward on the dreaded I-25 to the predetermined spot,I was late.A half hour late.After we say our hellos,it's off to Dennys so I can get some food in my belly and coffee...god I needed coffee....

So we picked a place to wander in her neck of the woods...very cool around Carter lake and the foothills.

It is now that my Mother's advice as a child comes mind...
"The stove is hot,don't touch it,you'll get burned"
"Look both ways before you cross"
"Don't talk to strangers"
"Forks do NOT go in the electrical outlets"
"Don't eat _that_,you don't know where it's been"

But Mother had no words of warning for this...

At first,as we rode about,I thought it might be roadgrit adhereing to my sunscreen,but it was too viscous in nature.The scenery we rode through and the roads were now actually working against me.Making me oblivious to the unseen "membranious" forces.[I'm submitting an entry for that word to Webster's]

After the ride[great fun]I had to get home! I had plans! I had to get my girl's! I had races to go to! I had....I had....

I HAD BEEN SLIMED!!!!!!!!!!! AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

It is at this point,I feel I should mention,Amanda said I was her first. [this should leave the door open for all sorts of rebuttals]

I hope she doesn't tell all her victims this...I would feel slighted somehow.

After awaking this morning,I get out of bed,only to have my blankets try to come along in tow.I peeled them off and tossed 'em back on the bed.I took a shower[killing 2 loofahs in the process]trying to remove the green hue from my carcass.No progress in removal was made...So it was off to the shed for the ever-trusty,never-fails,always great in enclosed areas-brake cleaner.

No dice....it now appears this stuff is as permanent as my tattoos.It has even crawled from my chaps onto my leather jacket that I didn't even wear....

At least I can say I'm still alive...
although now and forever known...
as BS# 185.