09-05-2024, 02:54 AM
Ok, summer can end now, thank you. We are getting our late-summer heat spike, and are bumping into to triple-digits. I'm running some fans in the shop at work, and have been keeping my garage projects at home to late night, but I think my brain juice has evaporated. Something ain't right.
I've always preached to not let distractions interrupt a rider's sequence of getting on or off of a bike. This can lead to forgetting to put the side stand down, leaving the key in the ignition, etc.
This morning, I trudged down to the garage, loaded my top box for the day, grabbed my gloves, zipped up the jacket, turned on the GoPro and the Brake light on the helmet, put in the earplugs, and donned my helmet liner.
Wait, where's that old sprinkler head from Mom's yard? I need to take it today so I can find a matching one at the hardware store.
Got on the bike, backed out of the garage, and started to pull around the front of the house. Mrs. G was out front watering her plants. I waved to her, and she gestured a definite WTF back at me.
I stopped and shrugged. What did I do now? She poked at her head with her finger. I poked at my head and didn't hit a helmet. Oops.
Somewhere between the helmet liner and Where's Mom's Sprinkler, I forgot the helmet part. Ugh.
I've always preached to not let distractions interrupt a rider's sequence of getting on or off of a bike. This can lead to forgetting to put the side stand down, leaving the key in the ignition, etc.
This morning, I trudged down to the garage, loaded my top box for the day, grabbed my gloves, zipped up the jacket, turned on the GoPro and the Brake light on the helmet, put in the earplugs, and donned my helmet liner.
Wait, where's that old sprinkler head from Mom's yard? I need to take it today so I can find a matching one at the hardware store.
Got on the bike, backed out of the garage, and started to pull around the front of the house. Mrs. G was out front watering her plants. I waved to her, and she gestured a definite WTF back at me.
I stopped and shrugged. What did I do now? She poked at her head with her finger. I poked at my head and didn't hit a helmet. Oops.
Somewhere between the helmet liner and Where's Mom's Sprinkler, I forgot the helmet part. Ugh.


