Mother of Invention
A sign along the road got my attention. My wife and I were passing through Marion, Virginia, on our way home last week.
The sign promised “motorcycle friendly ice cream.” I’m sure the real meaning had to do with something boring like parking spaces but it got me thinking. What if they meant what they said?
Motorcycle-friendly ice cream would have to be eaten hands-free. I’m imagining a helmet with a visor that, when open, resembles a pelican’s pouch. The store owner could drop a couple of scoops into the visor for the rider to eat on the road while still keeping both hands on the handlebars.