mizarchivist

A perfect evening such as this requires a motorcycle ride, so I did. It's always best to have a destination and I refused to go out without a target that included someone to socialize with and

evila won the prize, meaning he 1. answered his phone and 2. wasn't busy.
Some observations whilst riding:
1. A p.a. system sounds even more like people talking under water when wearing a full face helmet.
2. I much prefer riding during daylight/twilight
3. Dirty faceshields suck
4. Preditory is close to the surface while riding- I had way too much fun checking out the teenage boys practicing their backflips in the front yard. I managed to rev my engine at them in a practiced rather than spazzy matter as I went by. Hah!
5. My engine will never sound any more menacing or growly than an irrtated tabby. And yet, this is (irritatingly) appropriate.

A. and I checked out the "Dairy Dome", which is down the block from his house. They have 24 flavors of soft serve. Their cheesecake flavor was quite satisfying- and! they had chocolate dip. I was relieved that it wasn't warmer out, as it was melting immediately and it took a great deal of concentration and effort to keep it from running onto my hand. Our visit was extremly satisfying- and included pictures of really hot women in boots. The ones of Jewel Strait (aka Kaylee/Firefly-Serenity) were beyond delicious. Must have copies.

While riding, I took to wondering what people's perceptions and assumptions are of motorcyclists, particularly assumed gender. What context clues are the determining factors for making those assumptions: type of bike? Size of bike? Gear/helmet? Style of riding? Length of hair (if visible)? Does one assume male rider unless obviously otherwise? I've never seen any image of myself while riding, just posing with gear, so I can't tell how androgynous I am. I'd like to think that I'm more so than the average. Perhaps just wishful thinking.

All in all, a very pleasant way to end a good day.