You ever have one of those days where you wanna ride so bad but something inside says"maybe you better not". It prolly reached 70 degrees today in the Hoosier and I wanted to go riding, its all I could think about. Got out of church, got the kids fed,wife got home from grocery shopping I gave her a hand and out the door I went. My cb550 started right up and my plan with 56 miles on the odometer I was gonna gas up. I rounded the corner of my addition and headed down the street towards the gas station and seen 3 classic bikes about to head out on Indiana. 3. Screw the gas Im gonna catch these guys!! I am new in town and havent seen any classics around specially cafes'. I caught the light turning green so I had to wait for traffic to stop. Damn,just my luck. Traffic was moving s l o w. I couldnt move without making myself look like a careless idiot. I finaally found an out and proceeded to haul butt to catch them. I was gaining on them passing other vehicles in the process. I looked in my bar end mirror and as I was doing so, it sounded as though some thing was loose or grinding. A red mini van was moving real fast and this lady was hanging her head out the window like my German Sheppard does screaming: YOU LOST YOUR LICENSE PLATE ABOUT A MILE BACK!!! My pristine 1975 Indiana license plate. GONE!! Oh the grinding noise was my SuperTrapp muffler about ready to fall off,it was loose. Whats up with the loose nuts? Totally not my day!! Oh well off to fix the sink. Hopefully they are forum members and read this.
