A Misfit just can't help it.

I was riding my motorcycle home from work yesterday. I had ridden the Ducati, feeling a little puckish. Full face helmet, leather jacket, and matching gloves. I rumbled up to a 4-way stop sign and looked down. "HEY, a nice wheelweight!" It was right by my boot. SO I put her in neutral and leaned over to pick it up. Oh, oh, oh almost..... Cripes, blast carbon fiber knuckles, they prevented me precious millimeters needed to pick up the prize (without falling over). I'm sure to any other automobile drivers arriving at the stop it looked like I was trying to insert my own head up my arse. Piss off I'm getting this wheelweight, it's about (4) .32-20's or two .510 GNR slugs! I heard some cars zoom on as I struggled in my reach. Just as the tips of two fingers lifted the metal weight I felt a tendon slide across my shoulder bone and burn like a fiery rod, Charlie Horse! Of course this made me involuntarily convulse wildly. I'm sure to the confused bemusement of any onlookers.

By golly I got it though! I just could not help myself. I have a pallet of them in 5-gal. buckets in the shop, but NOW I have one more! lol