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(posted to r.m.h. on Jun 22, 2001)
OK, I know this is REALLY overdue, but it's taken me this long to mentally recover enough to be able to recount the tale. My money's one the bar and I hope y'all will join me in a drink while I tell what I know... Much of that day is still fuzzy, and I think will never be fully remembered. The brain seems to have a survival mehanism built in that blots out traumatic events. BUT, that being said, here's what I remember of that fateful day. Red and Jon Morgan had planned a nice little lunch run up to the Oklahoma border for that Saturday. I figured, hey, what's 100 miles for lunch, so I headed out to meet up with them. It was an odd day, weather wise, as it was very damp and foggy. I should have picked up on this, but just didn't make the connection. So, we tour some of the north Texas countryside and finally make it up to the Red River Fishing Hole, a cute little hole in the wall up on the Oklahoma border. Food and conversation were great as usual. After eating our fill of catfish and all things chicken fried, we went out to take a couple pics at the Oklahoma border sign. As I approached my bike, I noticed that it was shinier that I remembered. As I got closer, I could see that it was covered in some sort of slime. Oh great, I think to myself, as the strange weather, the slippery seat, the slimy bike, and everything else fall into place. I took a couple pictures to document the event, but for some reason none of the slime showed up!!! I tell you this now, ranting about slugs and slime and pulling out 8x10 glossy pictures that show nothing will not do anything for your recovery, or at least that's what the nice people in the white coats say. I got myself home as quickly as possible and spent the next few days trying to remove the ever larger quantities of slime from my bike, my computers, my apartment (what do you mean I don't get my deposit back!?)... This is all too much, for my sanity and yours I can't say any more about it. Give me more time and some more electroshock treatments and I'll tell the rest...
-- Pat in Irving '97 XLH 883 (Rocinante) http://www.pat-st-jean.com/stjeanp |