Earlier this week I wrote that I would be taking an introduction to motorcycle riding class. The class is now finished and despite my initial anxieties I have lived to report that I passed, which means that I’m now legal to threaten the streets of Washington State with my very limited, less-than-qualified, dangerously-inadequate motorcycle riding.
I know it’s kinda wussy to admit, but I’m afraid of motorcycles. It’s unfortunate that admitting that makes me feel wussyâ€”after all it seems very reasonable to me to be hesitant around any machine that can propel you over 100+mph down a piece of concrete. But there’s this very masculine stereotype about being a dude
This blog is not a very popular corner of the internet. I have a steady readership of about four (4), and I’m just fine with that. Not all of us canâ€”or wantâ€”to be The Pioneer Woman. Most people come to this site because they know me, but occasionally folks will stumble upon this space after
Every city has its stereotypesâ€”New Yorkers are gruff; folks in Savannah are hospitable; Los Angelenos are photoshopped to perfection; people from Phoenix are gun-toting racist ass-clowns; etc. We here in Seattle have our typesâ€”it’s a big enough city with plenty of diversity, but by far the most common type is theÂ educated white techno-centric liberalâ€”and