The “better judgement” is lacking at the moment, so bear with me.
If anyone is wondering what the smell was, it was me.
After a few days baking in the sun in parking lots practising for the state on-cycle test, my textile pants have gotten quite rank.
Don’t worry, they’re in the washer right now on the cold cycle.
Also, I cleaned the bugs off my helmet. Looking at all the bug guts on the faceshield, I have to wonder — why would anyone want to ride in anything other than FF? Seriously.
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