russ got his motorcycle a couple of years ago, right? and i’ve never ever gone for a ride on the back of it. i just haven’t wanted to. at first cause he was new to the whole driving world, then cause it’s called a ‘bitch seat’ and that makes me rage. but i’ve since gone on other motorcycles (kay, just the partner at the law firm’s and it was way less sketchy than that sounds).
point being, i never wanted to go on the back of russ’s motorcycle.
today he gets a letter from yamaha. recall. the freakin bolts holding that seat on are defective and could come loose (or have been coming loose) causing “serious injury or death” to the bitch on the seat
i am psychic. or just have good solid instincts. or my fear of man-made apparatuses (bridges, elevators, motorcycles) is a well founded fear.