On a recent ride I had been riding from Key West and refueled at a truck stop near St. Louis.
I was in the mens room taking a bladder break when I was approached by a man who started
muttering some nonsense about me wearing "Blue". I overheard him say "We can change that
to red" He kept stammering some bull about "Blue" and "Who was I" and "Changing Red". I passed
him off as a crazy punk who posed no threat. But I kept noticing He kept using the word "We". So
I finished up and walked out to my BLUE '05. I rode away without any further problems.
Now down the road I reached my "Pull over and rest stage" and so I kept looking for a rest stop.
I ended up settling on a weigh station. As I laid there resting, the truck stop sceene played through
my mind.
On my rides I often sleep "Iron Butt Motels". Picnic tables at rest stops are my preferred method.
Sometimes however, I make due with parking lots, churches... In Toronto last year on another ride
it was a parking lot and I was involved in a little more serious threat. The problem... My BLUE riding
coat. Sounds stupid right? Well stupid or not, St. Louis (My second incident) has made me aware of
"Colors".
My next riding jacket will be Gray or silver or high vis... but not RED or BLUE. :angry:
I was in the mens room taking a bladder break when I was approached by a man who started
muttering some nonsense about me wearing "Blue". I overheard him say "We can change that
to red" He kept stammering some bull about "Blue" and "Who was I" and "Changing Red". I passed
him off as a crazy punk who posed no threat. But I kept noticing He kept using the word "We". So
I finished up and walked out to my BLUE '05. I rode away without any further problems.
Now down the road I reached my "Pull over and rest stage" and so I kept looking for a rest stop.
I ended up settling on a weigh station. As I laid there resting, the truck stop sceene played through
my mind.
On my rides I often sleep "Iron Butt Motels". Picnic tables at rest stops are my preferred method.
Sometimes however, I make due with parking lots, churches... In Toronto last year on another ride
it was a parking lot and I was involved in a little more serious threat. The problem... My BLUE riding
coat. Sounds stupid right? Well stupid or not, St. Louis (My second incident) has made me aware of
"Colors".
My next riding jacket will be Gray or silver or high vis... but not RED or BLUE. :angry: