Bikes and Feet

[roseembolism]

Interesting lunch hour.

BIKES!
While walking to the bank, I noticed that the "American Vehicles Only" rule for government employees doesn't seem to apply to motorcycle cops in this town.  The officer lecturing the careless driver had a very sleek, powerful looking Honda.  I consider motorcycles beautiful, especially the ones designed for speed, and not to try to prove that fat middle-aged businessmen actually have penises.  

I'd almost get a bike, except I remember the thread from yesterday where a motorcyclist was using a 30 year-old study to try to show that helmets do no good in preventing head injuries.  And then I remembered I'm not crazy enough to ride again.


FEET!
The Asian market behind my workplace is very large and nice, and has a huge deli full of well prepared items that look and smell wonderful. But...why does it have a serving bin full of steamed-white chicken feet!?  CHICKEN FEET!  Lying in a pile, all white and pimply and claw-ish...I think I'll stick with the pork buns for lunch; at least I don't know what's in those.

Comments

[racerxmachina.livejournal.com]

Why you should always wear your helmet:

GARY (http://www.dvdrama.com/menus/predator2z1011.jpg)
BUSEY (http://www.palmbeachpost.com/shared-blogs/palmbeach/pumpkin/gary-busey-teeth.jpg)

[roseembolism.livejournal.com]

Gary Busy will eat me? And should I wear the helmet always? like, in the shower, and in bed and stuff?

And...what about the CHICKEN FEET!?

[racerxmachina.livejournal.com]

There's a reason why they are called donorcycles. Do you remember my boss' husband wiping out on his Ducati? They showed him the helmet, after the accident, and there was a deep gouge in it, from where he had struck the crossbar of the power pole. Now, granted, he did have some brain damage, but it healed. Had he not worn the helmet, he'd be dead. Come to think of it, he almost died anyway from the multiple fractures and internal injuries.

After seeing Andy nearly die, spend over a year in painful physical therapy, and struggle with refocusing his entire mental map after his brain injury, I do not mind telling you, in writing, on your journal, in front of everyone, that I do not want to deal with someone I love riding a motorcycle on a regular basis. Save that shit until, god forbid, we divorce or if I die first. Capice?

Less serious:
We had a staff lunch, and the Chinese staff person and the staff person from Louisiana were in complete accord on how good chicken feet are, while the rest of us made the appropriate retching noises.

[roseembolism.livejournal.com]

I could see fried chicken feet, maybe. But these were steemed. All white, and pimply, and limp. Eww.