One-Armed Paper Hanger

Hey all, been super busy with meatworld stuff lately - work has been a mess, and one of the disadvantages of being a semi-talented amateur videographer/photographer is that every time there's a wedding/anniversary party/dance recital in the family, you're automatically enlisted to shoot & edit it, along with providing prints & DVD's with interactive menus and full-color box art. The other disadvantage is that while you're good enough to entrust with these precious memories, you're apparently not good enough to get paid for it. Ah well, at least it's something I genuinely enjoy doing for people - otherwise I'd just be getting calls to help people move...

I had nothing motorcycle-related to mention, until this morning: I went out to check out some video games (I bought a PSP, which is also putting a major dent in my productivity) and on the way to the store, I saw four bikes coming up in my rearview mirror. This usually worries me, being that Ohio is home to all sorts of squidly dumbasses who ride in packs. These bikes didn't seem to be moving too fast, though. As they passed me I glanced over - there were four of them, and the three in the lead were in tight formation all on brand new Yamaha FJR's (*drool*) with Givi cases. They were all wearing Aerostitch suits and matching helmets. It was badass, like a team of sport-touring ninjas or something. (For a minute I thought maybe Alton Brown and his cronies were making their way through town). I noticed that the third rider was a woman, and she had something on her helmet:

I thought it was awesome. I bet they guy bringing up the rear on the canary-yellow Vulcan was sick of looking at them, though.