Melina feeds her lesser demons

Yesterday I drove past a billboard for Yamaha motorcycles. I liked the headline:

Feed Your Demons Without Going Hungry.

I put my frustrated libido on the back burner, set it to a low simmer, and opted for some lesser demon-feeding.  I got up at an appallingly early hour to rent a motorcycle.

Although I had reserved a style of bike, not a brand, I ended up with a Yamaha anyway. It was a little heavier than the Suzuki but no more difficult to ride. If anything, the extra weight seemed to make it a bit easier to balance. And since nobody was around to tell me to behave, I eventually found a deserted back road and took it up to around 70 mph for a couple of miles.

I took the bike back to the shop after about 2 1/2 hours, as it was simply too hot to ride any longer. The only armored jacket I have is designed for cooler weather, and even after I removed the liner and unzipped the vents I was still suffering. When I pulled off the jacket after the ride, my t-shirt was literally drenched with sweat. But I'm prepared for next time.

Just before I left the shop, I spotted a Vanson summer-weight jacket on the sale rack for just $49. There was just one left but it fit perfectly, so I snagged it. Usually these jackets are never discounted, and this one (made of mesh for summer riding, and a cheaper model) still goes for about $190 retail. It looks like this:

The young man behind the counter seemed embarrassed that the jacket's size tag said XL. He kept insisting that Vanson jackets ran really small. I finally said "Look, I don't care if the label says Fat Chick, it's a really nice jacket and I'm buying it." Thankfully he found my remark funny, as I regretted it right after I said it. I didn't want him to think I was some cranky old bitch.