Cool with a capital C

First Lobster and I are respectable people, with respectable jobs, living in a respectable family home. We have kids in a good school and they haven't fallen in with the bad bunch, so when we meet the teachers its usually for a pleasant reason. We pay our taxes and mow our lawn (not as religiously as the guy next door, but well within acceptable limits). Only one of us has a tattoo and it's quite small and not visible at first glance. You get the idea?

That all changes when the weekend rolls around and we start getting dressed up to go out. The soundtrack of our life changes from "Another Pleasant Valley Sunday (sung by the Monkees - who were a big influence on some band called "The Beatles") to (cue George Thouroughgood) "b b b bad to the b b b bone"!



First Lobster finally bought a ride and we've started going places. Admittedly, they aren't very exciting places, Gunn, the pool, the library, but places nonetheless.

In Gunn, no body looked twice at us, because lots of bikes tour the lake near there, but... when we go to the pool or the library we get a lot of looks.

Apparently people decked out in full leathers don't go to the library very often. The kids are pretty open about staring at us, while the adults try to hide it a bit. Really though, they should all just channel their inner biker, dress up in leather (underwear optional) and get the heck out there and swallow some bugs!

The sad truth is - although I feel really cool I actually am extremely nerdy. HOWEVER - I am a highly visible and hopefully safer nerd. Sort of destroys the bada** image doesn't it? sigh...