Eyes on the prize

I've been riding my bike pretty much everywhere, to work, running errands, you name it, I've probably been there on my bike. I ran out to MaxExplosion's home to return his socket I accidentally took home with me, and to check up on him. Although he's been slacking a bit on working on the bike, considering his situation, I suppose I can't blame him. The bike is covered under a tarp, so is at least out of the elements. He plans to get back to work on the bike soon.

I've been riding out old Lansing road rather than taking the highway to Charlotte, just because I'm not so interested in speed on the motorsickle, but rather enjoying the ride and the scenery. There are a few twisties to navigate, as well as 2 different motorcycle shops. I plan to stop in at them this coming week. I plan to ride my bike out to Charlotte as much as the weather will allow.

I took my bike to the movies recently and had to do some adept weaving to avoid people in cars (I refuse to use the word "cagers" in reference to those who drive cars.) to avoid winding up road kill. I am scared when I see the number of people eating, reading, texting and just generally not paying attention. I'm sorry to say it, ladies, but your gender is the most guilty. Stop messing about and pay attention to the road. As a motorcyclist, all of your attention has to be on the road, in front of you, behind, and both sides, as well as angles diagonally from you AT ALL TIMES. My head never stops moving as I look all around me, looking for possible dangers, calculating the angles of escape, the routes to travel if something were to go amiss. Why can't those in cars do the same?

Eyes on the prize, indeed.