look twice, save a life- motorcycles are everywhere.

not to overload you with exercise stories... it is taking up a lot of my time these days, but this one is just too ridiculous, not to be shared.

so enjoy.

friday night around 7:30 i went running from my house to tcc and back. now i've seen what i look like when i run, and it's not pretty, so i don't usually get harassed too badly by the passing cars. no one bothered me until the last half mile, 4 creepos all decided to get fresh. and the absolute worst one was the last creep.

after turning on my street i could hear a big ol motorcycle coming up behind me, and then he slowed himself on down as he came up to me. he was the stereotypical biker- shaved head, tatoos, and leather. he looked at me as he passed, then while watching me in his rear view mirror.... he waved his left hand over his right shoulder in possibly the creepiest wave that's ever been passed my way in my life.

i hope he was disappointed when i didn't wave back.

i was disappointed brett wasn't home to protect me when i got there. i ran through scenarios in my head of just running to my neighbor willie's house instead of mine in case he watched where i live.

driving home the next day we saw baldy  going the opposite way, off to terrorize more unsuspecting passersby with the flick of his wrist no doubt.

 i think he was confused about what that really means.