Not So Very Cool Looking
Submitted by Tim Murray

I grew up in Superior, Wisconsin. When I was 20, my brother came home with his new 750 Honda motorcycle. He said the bike was mine for the whole week. While he went out for a beer, I went to Denver. It was mid-August and extremely hot. The bike had no windshield and I don't think I had a helmet. Going through Nebraska the grasshoppers were slapping me around like I was a light-bag. I was so sunburned that my lips cracked. At one stop I was getting gas, trying to look cool. People were staring. I looked in the rearview mirror and my face had hundreds of bugs stuck to it. By the time I got to Denver, and the girl I went to impress, my face was swollen, burnt and peeling, with lips bleeding. Needless to say, I haven't seen her in 30 years.