The Opposite of Cold Feet....

I had taken a motorcycle ride with my uncle when I visited him out in California.  The right peg for the second rider was missing on his Harley.  Before the ride, my aunt let me wear her Harley jacket and newly treasured Harley boots, that she had yet to wear. She took pictures of us before our 20-minute ride.  The last picture she took was a zoomed-in picture of the right boot.  My uncle, another guy with great ideas (not), told me to put my right foot on the exhaust pipe.  Well…..it was not long until my foot felt like it was on fire!  When I could no longer stand the heat on the sole of my foot, I transferred the weight onto my heel.  I kept rotating back and forth like this for a while.  Then I really wondered if my foot was actually on fire, and if so, would someone stop us to let us know?  I knew I couldn’t look to see because I had two choices: one – to look down and see for myself, thus risking both of our lives by chancing a shifting of weight on the bike and a possible accident, or two – risking injury to my one foot.  I chose the latter. 

 

When we returned to his house, he immediately began feverishly removing boot goo from his prize bike and my aunt took one look at the boots and instantly threw them in the trash. I sheepishly thanked both of them for the amazingly fun ride despite the unfortunate bad side effects.