Well it was actually yesterday.
I got ready to head to our monthly Rally in Plant City. Spent all mourning polishing up my Max. Was ready to go at 2. But as I got my gear on the rain came, so I decided to wait it out, pissin and bitching about mother nature and Florida weather the whole time. It poured for 45 minutes. I sat and watched the radar. Finally 3pm all clear the storms all had moved to the east and it was clear sailing all the way to Plant City.
WRONG!!!
By the time I hit Kissimmee I got caught in a frigin deluge I couldn't even see the car in front of me.
So I park under an over pass to wait it out just north of Hwy 27. As I sit there a guy on a harley pulls up. We sit on the concrete wall jaw jackin for a bit. And out of nowhere a gust of wind comes along and blows my Max over into the wall.
Pushed my bars down, bent my brake lever, Shattered my windscreen, dented and scratched my airbox cover, and snapped my mirror off.
Do I need to say, I was not a happy motorcyclist at this point.
No matter what I do... I just cant frigin win!!!
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