Moto Broad

A large insect on the outside of your visor will be gone the instant you take off from the stop light. Not to worry; just ignore it.

A large insect that splats on your visor while you’re moving irks you, but you can factor it out and look around it (tip: don’t try to wipe it off. A splat is less distracting than a long yellow smear.)

However, a small insect inside your visor will speed around endlessly, like that stupid kid Billy in “Family Circus.” Don’t bother to lift the visor in the hopes of blowing it out; it doesn’t work. It will make you cross-eyed and drive you crazy until you pull over, flip up your visor, and mash it.

I’d never make it as a Buddhist.

At last! Blue skies, 70s and 80s, with big white fluffy clouds. Good news: great for riding! Bad news: hard to stay inside and write when the country roads beckon.

So I try to justify rides, like going to the bank and post office, but taking the lo-o-ng way home. This morning I rode to get my nails done (yes, really), and get a haircut. It seems sort of a shame to get all fluffed up, and then pull on the helmet. But it’s worth it for the grin as I sail home (the long way, natch). It almost makes up for the 3 pounds of pollen I think I inhaled; I’ll bet my lungs look as if they’re lined in yellow velvet.

Now that I’ve had my fun, it’s back to the keyboard for me.