I am driving from North Carolina to my parent's place in St. Louis. My
mount at the time was 1975 Moto Guzzi 850T. I hit Memphis about 5 pm,
just in time for the evening rush hour. Traffic is heavy, but moving
swiftly. I have a long way to go yet, and am driving aggressively.
Some kind of balloon festival is going on, and as I pass a truck I look
up at a balloon directly overhead. The wind spilling over the top of my
Vetter Windjammer angles under the slightly opened faceshield and yanks
the helmet and my whole head back strongly, I jerk my head back down and
immediately realize that I am dodging through traffic at a high rate of
speed with the chinpiece of my helmet wedged right in front of my eyes.
I reach up with my left hand VERY QUICKLY and pull the helmet back into
place. Then I tighten the chin strap and thank god I am alive.
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+Chase Kimball ([EMAIL PROTECTED]), nom de Plum "Lord Brancaster" aka
+"Hannibal" in the Quake Clan "Zero Tolerance." Columnist for
+http://www.voodooextreme.com ([EMAIL PROTECTED])
+
+"A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the
+need for illusion is deep." Saul Bellow.
+
+Visit my home page at http://www.aros.net/~chase to view the
+virtual gallery of fantasy art of Jesse Allen, and the home site
+of the Wasatch Avian Education Society.
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