OfficerImpersonator
Seattle-area Rounder
Under the heading "How come this never happened to James Dean?"
Dear Tom and Ray:
I grew up in Wisconsin. When I was 20, my brother came home with his new Honda 750 motorcycle. He said the bike was mine for the whole week. While he went out for a beer, I went to Denver. It was mid-August and extremely hot. The bike had no windshield. All through Nebraska, the grasshoppers used me for a punching bag. I stopped to get gas, trying to look cool. People were staring. I looked in the rearview mirror, and my face had hundreds of bugs stuck to it. I got so sunburned that my lips cracked. By the time I got to Denver and visited the girl I went there to impress, my face was swollen, burnt and peeling, with lips bleeding. Needless to say, I haven't seen her in 30 years.
-Tim Murray