First of all, sorry about getting stuck with a ticket. Being $100 lighter and no hangover and herpes to show for it really bites. I wear my seatbelt 98% of the time. It could have been my ticket.

Ok?

Ok then, now for the good stuff.


I don't think any adults should have to wear seatbelts, or helmets when on their mopeds, or be coerced into taking tetanus shots. All I ask is that those same brave souls have enough money or insurance to pay for a lifetime of having someone else wipe their butts. Otherwise folks should be clicking those belts, and wearing those turtles.

Its actually not a liberal stance...its a very fiscally conservative one. Almost nobody carries enough insurance to cover a traumatic brain injury, so when the money runs out the State takes over paying for the care. That means my tax money goes to pay for a preventable accident. I could have spent that tax money on a new Lamiglass, but no, somebody needed to feel the wind in their pubic hair, and their beer belly unencumbered by a lap belt.

Seriously, for a state this size I bet we are paying for the long term (nursing home) care of a couple hundred brain injured adults. At a lifetime cost well over a million dollars it is an amazing burden.

Lastly, it is twisted and ironic that a motorcycle cop issued you a ticket, but does it really matter whether he was on a bike or in a patrol car? Sucks, 'cause the ticket could have been mine. I sometimes go a few blocks before I remember. When my ticket catches up with me it'll be nobodys fault but my own.

As a consolation prize I'll let you in on a locally secret chinook spot that is blazing for bright, firm, 15-35 pound kings. IM is sent. I'm taking Superfly there after he gets off work. So far only he and Jess know about it. It'll only be secret for about a week or so. The fish are BIGGER then most of the Skok fish. So relax, let the ticket frustration just flooowwww away.


VHawk