Beamer Reamer
Death Before Disco
Not much more to say about that...
Well maybe a little. Commuted today on my gorgeous 2008 AE in glorious charcoal metallic gray and had an uneventful ride to the office - just like one would want in a commute. Pulled up the hill to put the USS Deer Dodger in its space, and all I can see for miles and miles (a few hundred feet actually) is brown slimy needles run amok. Looks like trouble. I am proud of myself for recognizing the dangers that a one inch by 1/32 of an inch needle can do when it has most of its friends right there with it. I ease in to the space in nearly a straight line and say to myself "self, it is gonna be tricky getting this rascal out of here". And off I go to work for the day.
4:30 in the afternoon later, I board the gorgeous one and once again note the many millions of needles between me and a clean exit. I sigh, fire it up, put it in neutral, and duck paddle straight back with only one scary boot slip. Usually I go left at this point, but the turn is too tight on such slime and I opt to go the longer way out but one that leave lots of turn radius to utilize. I feather the clutch/gas (yes, can be done by us AE types), get through the gist of the turn, and apply the teeniest bit of gas to get underway. That is when I notice that my back tire is doing its damndest to pass me on the left. After doing my very best impersonation of a dirt tracker, the rear end snapped back in place and off I went.
I will say , even recognizing the issue and accounting for it almost wasn't enough. Wet needles just suck.
Well maybe a little. Commuted today on my gorgeous 2008 AE in glorious charcoal metallic gray and had an uneventful ride to the office - just like one would want in a commute. Pulled up the hill to put the USS Deer Dodger in its space, and all I can see for miles and miles (a few hundred feet actually) is brown slimy needles run amok. Looks like trouble. I am proud of myself for recognizing the dangers that a one inch by 1/32 of an inch needle can do when it has most of its friends right there with it. I ease in to the space in nearly a straight line and say to myself "self, it is gonna be tricky getting this rascal out of here". And off I go to work for the day.
4:30 in the afternoon later, I board the gorgeous one and once again note the many millions of needles between me and a clean exit. I sigh, fire it up, put it in neutral, and duck paddle straight back with only one scary boot slip. Usually I go left at this point, but the turn is too tight on such slime and I opt to go the longer way out but one that leave lots of turn radius to utilize. I feather the clutch/gas (yes, can be done by us AE types), get through the gist of the turn, and apply the teeniest bit of gas to get underway. That is when I notice that my back tire is doing its damndest to pass me on the left. After doing my very best impersonation of a dirt tracker, the rear end snapped back in place and off I went.
I will say , even recognizing the issue and accounting for it almost wasn't enough. Wet needles just suck.