It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. My brother came over to hang out on his brand new Kawasaki… and I thought to myself:
Today is the day that I’m going to finally learn how to ride a motorcycle.
What the heck was I thinking?!
Needless to say, it would be the last time I would ever sit on a bike because within 5 minutes I had successfully crashed my brother’s bike into a neighbors shiny silver Toyota Tacoma, scarring up the back of his SUV while breaking the front of the now less-than-brand-new Kawasaki:
Thankfully I just came away with a few cuts on my legs, a very bruised ego, and an extremely embarassing conversation with my neighbor whom I woke up from a mid-Saturday nap.
Pigs don’t fly, just like I do not ride motorcycles. I think I’ll stick to building websites.