Purrs needed

On Sun, 06 Jun 2004 15:59:25 -0700, David Yehudah
wrote:

I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)

Purring for an uncomplicated recovery. Bikes are not the safest
transportation (as you well know). Did you get checked out at a
hospital?

On Sun, 06 Jun 2004 15:59:25 -0700, David Yehudah
wrote:

I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)

Purring for an uncomplicated recovery. Bikes are not the safest
transportation (as you well know). Did you get checked out at a
hospital?

On Sun, 06 Jun 2004 15:59:25 -0700, David Yehudah
wrote:

I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)

Purring for an uncomplicated recovery. Bikes are not the safest
transportation (as you well know). Did you get checked out at a
hospital?

David Yehudah wrote in message
...
I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)


Poor David! Purrs on their way.

Jeanette

David Yehudah wrote in message
...
I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)


Poor David! Purrs on their way.

Jeanette

David Yehudah wrote in message
...
I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)


Poor David! Purrs on their way.

Jeanette

The Fearsome Foursome are purring their little kitten-hearts away, as are
the resident masters, for your aches to go away, and that the bike gets
fixed OK, and there are no legal repercussions (in the US, you could be
found guilty of failing to yield the right of way, and a hefty fine and/or
jail time levied against you).

--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep


"David Yehudah" wrote in message
...
I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)


--
"No, I could sleep, but I must not; death is too near; he must not steal
up on me. These fifteen years I have been making ready for him; I will
meet him awake."
Maria Theresa

When Clinton lied, no one died.

The Fearsome Foursome are purring their little kitten-hearts away, as are
the resident masters, for your aches to go away, and that the bike gets
fixed OK, and there are no legal repercussions (in the US, you could be
found guilty of failing to yield the right of way, and a hefty fine and/or
jail time levied against you).

--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep


"David Yehudah" wrote in message
...
I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)


--
"No, I could sleep, but I must not; death is too near; he must not steal
up on me. These fifteen years I have been making ready for him; I will
meet him awake."
Maria Theresa

When Clinton lied, no one died.

The Fearsome Foursome are purring their little kitten-hearts away, as are
the resident masters, for your aches to go away, and that the bike gets
fixed OK, and there are no legal repercussions (in the US, you could be
found guilty of failing to yield the right of way, and a hefty fine and/or
jail time levied against you).

--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep


"David Yehudah" wrote in message
...
I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)


--
"No, I could sleep, but I must not; death is too near; he must not steal
up on me. These fifteen years I have been making ready for him; I will
meet him awake."
Maria Theresa

When Clinton lied, no one died.

Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch ouch.

Usually its the car that doesn't see the bike that is most certainly there.

Angels must be watching over you, though not closely enough I must say.

Jake and Rosie will set to purring, once I can get their fuzzy butts back
inside.

Tomorrow the aches will be even worse, as all the nice hormones etc that
kick in when we are injured will have all worn off. May your recovery be
all positive and quick and complete from then on.

Patty. I'd guess you are still trying to decide whether to kill or hug him.
Hugs for now, plenty of time to kill him later.

Jo
"David Yehudah" wrote in message
...
I could use a few purrs today. I ache all over from a traffic accident
yesterday, and I'm feeling sorry for myself.

There is a stop sign in a residential area near downtown that should be
a four-way stop but isn't. I stopped, gave a casual glance both ways,
started across the street, and slammed right into a Honda Civic. My head
went through the passenger-side window, my elbow went halfway through
the door, my knee went about an inch into my gas tank, and my handlebars
got twisted crossways. Luckily neither of us was going very fast. We
exchanged information and went on our ways. I didn't realize how . .
.um, exciting it can be herding a big motorcycle down the freeway at 70
with one handlebar almost poking me in the ribs and the other so far out
I could barely reach it. But I made it home okay.

Today my neck is stiff and sore, one ankle hurts, and a dozen cases of
road rash are all smarting and vying for attention as to what hurts
worst where.

Sam and Spirit seem to sense all is not well and are doing their best to
cheer me up. Mac, Toby, and Chuckles all want to play, but for some
reason I'm hardly in the mood for it. :-)


--
"No, I could sleep, but I must not; death is too near; he must not steal
up on me. These fifteen years I have been making ready for him; I will
meet him awake."
Maria Theresa

When Clinton lied, no one died.