Don't you hate it when somebody throws a wrench in your spokes threatening your plans? Thursday while grinding on my RZR I got a chunk of metal stuck in my eye! Being the macho beast I am I figured it would go away or I could ignore it.
Well this macho beast turned into a crying baby Friday night because it huuuurrrrt !
Thankfully I got to see an eye doctor Monday and got it taken care of but of course the doc said to stay out of dust for at least a week. "Try to stop me punk" I said! Well.... maybe not exactly what I said but I explained I was not missing this trip come hell of high water. So he says he will set up an appointment to remove my eye when I get back, .....Works for me!
