Riding!

So, today I rode to Hudson Leather Factory Outlet store or whatever with my parents, my aunt and uncle, and a friend of theirs. Actually, first my mom, dad, and I met the other peoples at Artesian Wells (it's a 'sports tavern'). We waited there for what felt like forever... Dad showed us the stage that his band will be playing on in two weeks and we sat around... Finally, Uncle Jon and Aunt Judy showed up with.. er, I don't remember his name... but, heh, (I hope my parents don't secretly read my blog or something) this guy was like, old.. but sexy old... you know? Like he was probably around 50ish but he was still fit and acted like a little kid still. It was kinda funny... Anyway, now that I've finished embarrassing myself by calling a 50 year old sexy... (I feel like Magz right now.. lol) We left for the leather store, which, by the way, has a little fair type biker party thing every memorial, labor day, and 4th of July. We got there extremely late though and only caught like the last 2 songs from the live band and barely anyone was there anymore. My mom still had fun because she managed to talk Dad into getting her chaps and, I think, 3 belly button rings (one of which was the playboy bunny *rolls eyes* Dad's pick of course). I of course got nothing and when I mentioned that Dad had just been complaining that I was riding in tennis shoes and kinda hinted at some new boots, Dad just brought up that fact that my car needs a new tire... Yeah, lame... Anyway, most of the day was pretty uneventful... On the way home, all of the old folks (tehe) ditched me at the state line. You see, we had stopped so they could all put their brain buckets (helmets) back on. While we were stopped though, a guy from the house we'd stopped by came out and was talking to us. Well, he convinced them to go to some bar down the road back in Ohio that was having a biker night or something. I was going to go... oh, and get this!! My mom and dad were trying to tell me that 19 is the legal drinking age in Ohio and so I could go with them but I couldn't drink too much because I was driving my bike. Yeah! I was like, first of all, NO. The drinking age is not 19 in Ohio. It's 21, just like the rest of the country and I'm not going to drink at a bar with my parents. Then the guy whose house we were stopped in front of made things worse by saying, "Oh, they won't card her! They aren't carding anyone tonight!" and my dad was like, "Yeah, ride up on a bike and I'm sure they wouldn't card you." So, regardless to say, I decided to head home on my own and let them have their fun.

Oh, but before I left them, we compared helmets... They were all amazed at the sheer amount of suicided bugs on my bike and myself. It's ridiculous! Bugs like me so much that they even suicide on me more than on other people! Those pictures up there are of my helmet when I got home. Once it got dark, it was like it was snowing there were so many bugs coming at me!