OK, for all you voyeurs out there:
Back in mid-September of 1995, I took a motorcycle trip down to North Carolina to ride "The Dragon." (Most motorcyclists will know what I'm referring to).
Anywho, my motel was in Knoxville, TN. And I wanted to get home that evening, as the next day was my wife's birthday.
It was cold, and rainy, and I don't have a windshield or fairing on my bike.
By the time I hit northern Indiana, the rain and the cold, damp winds off Lake Michigan only made things worse.
By the time I got home, there wasn't a brain cell working in my head. In all honesty, I shouldn't even have been riding, especially through Chicago.
But I made it home. And, after my wife and I talked about the trip, what she'd been up to, etc, I thought I had a great idea.
I told her that I would take on an extra job, and all she would have to do is go to the gym and work out. She wouldn't have to work at all.
And I thought I gave her good, rational reasons to do so: working out would lower her blood pressure, and losing weight would ease the strain on the joints that were beginning to bother her.
Notice I used the word "thought." I wasn't thinking. After that day's ride, I was completely incapable of even putting together a coherent sentence.
Gewehr98, I've been through the "does this outfit make me look _____" routine since that day in 1995.
Even when I want to say, "It makes you look like a bumblebee," I maintain radio silence.
AJ Dual: "Oh yeah, don't try the "Your sister is better" or "Your sister does XYZ" in bed routine, even if she dosen't have a sister at alll."
AJ, I don't even want to know where all that's coming from.