Aerodynamic Danger

"Aerodynamics: a branch of dynamics that deals with the motion of air and other gaseous fluids and with the forces acting on bodies in motion relative to such fluids."

That's a quote from my dictionary, and explains exactly what the passenger deals with when riding on the back of a motor cycle. You see, the driver is usually protected quite well by airflow deflected by the height and shape of the front windshield. Everything is aerodynamically deflected around the driver and then it all comes together to slam into the passenger. (Proof of the Boob-bee)


And when the areodynamics, and the airflow are combined with an airhead of a driver, and Murphy's Law sticks his nose in too......well, you end up with this story. So very typical of my life.

Bear was always alert to danger, if he perceived it as danger. But while enjoying his ride he wasn't always alert to the unexpected little Murphy's Laws

We were sailing along on a two lane highway with some steady traffic. It was a beautiful warm day without a cloud in the sky. Then I felt a steady mist of wet that seemed to airflow all over me. It just kept coming. Puzzled, I touched Bear's shoulder and found he wasn't getting wet. Just me. The bike was moving at a pretty good clip. It was time to lean out around my Bear and see if I would find a source for this drenching wet mist.

"OH, My Sweet Lord In Heaven." My oblivious airhead was following at a perfect distance behind a horse trailor with one tail raised high in the air and the biggest horse bladder still unloading and all the laws of aerodynamics made me the target.

I started to thunk and pound and shout for Bear to back off or pass or anything. By the time he finally realized what I was so angry about, it was all over anyway and much to late to save my dignity. (It was the first time I could see some merit in wearing a helmet.)

He had to take me the straightest route home where I spent the rest of the day in the shower. This one still makes me angry. (Yeah, ok, I admit it's funny now, but....) Am I suppose to believe he was totally oblivious to what was happening? Do you?

Note: Murphy's Law. If you stay behind a pissing horse, someone has to get wet. (Why does everything always happen to me?)