Originally Posted by Bikenstitches
Toll gate attendant at the TZB last night, as I pull up on the Tiger w/dual headlights and Piaa auxiliaries; "Why doesn't your bike have amber lights in front?"
Him- "Amber lights. You don't have any amber lights."
Me- "I don't know."
Him- "Think about it."
Me-"Umm,ok." As I pulled away he yells out "Amber lights!"
He meant "amber lamps."
If'n you go on riding that dangerous moorsickle, you'll need to call the amber lamps.
Call me Mel. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me at home, I thought I would ride about a little and see the other parts of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.