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my current jacket as pictured is a great jacket. it's in great shape and doesn't have any marks on it. I have no doubts in the strength of it or that it will protect me as best it can in the event of a fall, however after one encounter in Death Valley earlier this year I feel the need to get a different one.
My fiancé and I were playing cat and mouse with tour busses all day through the park. it was almost comical but we were typical tourists stopping all the time and checking out what we could see and all the cool little stores and sights. We pulled into this little rest area on the west side of the park just before we drop down into the valley.
She is in the restroom and I'm wondering around with my camera in hand and enjoying the entire trip, Death Valley has been a bucket list item for as long as I can remember and I am reveling in the fact that I am finally there and the tour bus pulls in. We have been seeing tour busses since oregon and it's second nature to us now. smile and wave and life is good. This particular tour bus made me feel horrible though. I am reading a plaque in the rest stop when I hear the doors open and a bunch of German speaking tourists start filing out, I turn to go back to my bike and face all of them directly. turns out it's a very old Jewish tour and my SS jacket front and center with a punisher T-shirt underneath definitely didn't go over to well. there was gasping and every one of them had horrified looks on there face. I promptly put my helmet on, zipped up and got in my bike waiting for my lady to return.
she was a little confused why I was was sitting, idling and waiting for her to go. I got in the intercom and told her the story as we pulled away. ever since I feel the need to replace it with something that doesn't portray me as a nazi.
My fiancé and I were playing cat and mouse with tour busses all day through the park. it was almost comical but we were typical tourists stopping all the time and checking out what we could see and all the cool little stores and sights. We pulled into this little rest area on the west side of the park just before we drop down into the valley.
She is in the restroom and I'm wondering around with my camera in hand and enjoying the entire trip, Death Valley has been a bucket list item for as long as I can remember and I am reveling in the fact that I am finally there and the tour bus pulls in. We have been seeing tour busses since oregon and it's second nature to us now. smile and wave and life is good. This particular tour bus made me feel horrible though. I am reading a plaque in the rest stop when I hear the doors open and a bunch of German speaking tourists start filing out, I turn to go back to my bike and face all of them directly. turns out it's a very old Jewish tour and my SS jacket front and center with a punisher T-shirt underneath definitely didn't go over to well. there was gasping and every one of them had horrified looks on there face. I promptly put my helmet on, zipped up and got in my bike waiting for my lady to return.
she was a little confused why I was was sitting, idling and waiting for her to go. I got in the intercom and told her the story as we pulled away. ever since I feel the need to replace it with something that doesn't portray me as a nazi.