A thousand pounds of man and machine, blasting through the Texas heat, burning up miles, road, and rider. Not comfortable. Not at all. Picture climbing into your attic on a hot summer’s day and trying to cool yourself off using a hair dryer set on “hot”.
But I had places to be and I ride because it’s my choice…the experience…the sanity…is worth the discomfort.
But even I need a break now and then. It’s over 100 degrees on this ride, despite the approaching night.
I hit a gas station, topped off the tank, changed from my “Chronicles of Riddik” shade of dark glasses to some clear ones for night riding, and then stepped inside and grabbed a Coke.
So, as I’m standing there, in the blessed, blessed air-conditioning, drinking my drink and looking out the window at my ride, a nicely dressed black woman walking from her car (at the gas pump) to the station, pauses beside my bike and spits in my helmet, which was hanging from the throttle/handlebar.
No doubt. I had a clear view of it, saw her do it, and the spittle was in my helmet.
So, what’s the protocol here? What do you do?
I’m not satisfied with how I handled it…I’ll tell you what I did later…I want to hear from you.
What do, you do?