Today has been a day of rant and reflection. Not any ordinary reflection but Introspective Reflection. It has been heavy on me.
It's almost 9pm; the day is almost done, so I guess it is time to lighten up and loosen up. Pop the cork and enjoy what's left of our 50th anniversary bash. I can't wait for the next 50 years to come rolling by, can you?
So let me end today with this hilarious Safety Rules from the "1962 Honda Motorcycle Instruction Book. Translated by Honda for the American Motorcycle Rider", couched in a way that only the Japanese could understand. Note: some say that this was written in the 1930s, others say it could have been issued in the 1950s. No matter, there are various versions and this seems to be the definitive one:
At the rise of a hand from a policeman, stop rapidly. Do not pass him or otherwise disrespect him. When a passenger of the foot comes in sight, tootee the horn trumpet to him melodiously at first. If he still obstacles your passage, tootee him with vigour and express by word of mouth the warning, 'Hi, hi!' Beware of the wandering horse that he shall not take fright as you pass by. Do not explode the exhaust box at him. Go soothingly by, or stop by the roadside till he passes away. Give big space to the festive dog that makes sport in the roadway. Avoid entanglement of dog with wheel spokes. Go smoothly along on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon. Press the brake of the foot as you roll around the corner to save the collapse and fold up.