While driving down the road the other day, enjoying the sunshine and beautifulness that was hiding for the past six months (or so it feels like), I happened to look in my rearview mirror and see THIS:
Yes, it’s a little hard to see, and my hand is less steady when I’m taking pictures while driving (don’t judge me), but this is definitely a SKELETON RIDING A MOTORCYCLE. Not in a Ghostrider-cool-guy-skull-helmet kind of way, but in a my-entire-outfit-is-a-skeleton-and-I-will-rip-you-apart-with-biker-fury kind of way.
Not only that, but this guy followed me for SEVERAL MILES. I was convinced that he was following me home.
He didn’t, of course. That would be silly. I still breathed a sigh of relief when he turned away from me, though.