All the ones I numbered with an "M" were motorcycles. That's why I put the M in there.
The BMW was the mildest of the bunch, but comfortable. The Honda CBR600F2 was blazingly fast, while the CBR1000F was the most powerful. I got into a couple of scrapes with the bikes. That could be a story for another time.
On one of my first dates with the now Mrs. Scotch, I was halfway to her house when the car ran out of gas. And I didn't have a cell phone (it was 1995). I think eventually she just started driving to my place, and came across me.
Yes, very sweet. Except the Mrs. still brings it up to this day. Every time we get into my car, and it's low on gas, she reminds me of that incident.
Love at first hitchhike!
There's a great joke somewhere in here. C'mon brain, wake up.
That sounds nice, but in the real world, I was seen as the stubborn idiot - one who lets his car get down to fumes, and then relies on an unreliable gadget. I'm lucky she didn't give up on me right then.
Conversely, my collection of "times the gal was wrong" is something that's best to keep to myself, if I know what's good for me.
Probably drunk. Hit and run is usually less of a penalty than DUI. They should make it the same.
