Last year I burned my leg pretty badly on my motorcycle’s pipe. The toonie-sized mark has really only faded in the past couple of months and it’s still pretty noticeable.
We spent about 4 hours on the road last Sunday. My latest area of concentration is when I gas up Bernice. I have had a couple of pretty impressive spills and it’s not only embarrassing, it’s stinky! I need to fill up every 150 kms or so, and without the benefit of a fuel gauge, I’m watching my odometer pretty closely these days. Last season I ran out of gas 3 times! Thank goodness for a reserve in the tank.
We stopped to gas up partway to our destination on Sunday and I was intensely focused on getting all of the premium into the tank instead of on it when I felt a strange warmth on my leg. I inched my leg back a bit but didn’t look down until the nozzle was safely back in its holster. My Lululemon pants – my overpriced, incredibly comfortable, go anywhere Lululemon – were melted to the pipe and two apple-sized holes were left in the material. Oh the horror!
My brother’s advice? Burn them off all the way around to make capris! Uh…no thank you. I took them to my local mending lady and asked her to save them any way possible, just so I could wear them around the house, at least. She said she could. I’ll find out for sure when I pick them up on Friday. Last night I took a razor blade and a couple of polishing products to Bernice’s pipe and cleaned it up pretty well. The melted Lululemon fabric came off in sad, hard chunks.
There’s a lot to learn about owning, riding and maintaining a motorcycle and although I’m no veteran yet, I think this is progress: A burned leg in year one, a pantleg in year two!