Mine tried to kill me, so I beg to differ. Living in the country with an hour drive to town, and mine ruptured on the way in. Doc told Mom I’d have had maybe another hour and that’d have been it.
There was a food counter in the Courthouse, with only slightly ludicrous prices. I went out to my vehicle and ate the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that I could actually afford.
I may not be macho, but I do ride a motorcycle. And let me tell you, it hasn’t miraculously made ladies throw themselves at me.
Although little kids think it’s cool and ask me to rev it up to make noise, and making a little kid grin is pretty cool too, so I guess it’s a win after all.
This is still quite possibly my favorite of this strip.