Archive for May 2009
Hatton
HATTON –¬¨¬®‚Äö√тĆ It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood and, lucky for me and RP, our neighborhood is about 900 square miles.
It’s Saturday. It’s a beautiful day for an impromptu blast through the countryside. After¬¨¬®‚Äö√тĆ a bank stop for some of that rare commodity called spending cash that I dole out to myself like liquor [...]
Aw man, it was huge!
The man pulled up next to me and stared like I was some sort of maniacal imbecile.
“My God! Did you see that?” I exclaimed through my full face helmet. “That’s the biggest one of those I’ve ever seen. And right in the middle of the road, too!”
Of course, he could be forgiven for driving away [...]
My 700 Mile Weekend Part 2
Maybe I am nuts? Certainly, I have been accused of being worse. That’s what a good defense attorney is for. Peeling myself off the bike led the inevitable round of hugs with my mother whom I haven’t seen in months and then food. Oh boy food.
Several hundred miles on a rumblin’, shakin’, machine sure will [...]
Bad image, bad attitude
Face it, fellow SOBs, we’ve got an image problem.
It’s not with the people. It’s not with merchants. It’s with the gubmint and the poleece.
You’ve heard about the Myrtle Beach Incident, in which the parental guardians of the Beach and the County passed a series of laws to prohibit parking of bike trailers, gatherings in parking [...]
My 700 mile weekend
Tank and helicopter parents rumbled two by two down U.S. 29, converging on on their target objective, the Lawn. Anybody who stuck around town this weekend must have notice the population of Charlottesville roughly doubled. Like any sane person, I abandoned the land of Jefferson. I traded Monticello for Pennsburry Manor. One is surrounded by [...]
Some days don't pay
My loyalty, it seems, is invalid.
Three cars are lined up behind me at the Kroger gas pumps and I can’t get the damn thing to work. Every time I run the little Kroger cheapie card through the card reader it blurts and belches and reads “invalid loyalty” at the LCD screen.
Then it freezes.
Then I start [...]
BMW’s superbike
It looks like an angry wasp in your rearview mirror, the new BMW S1000RR. But I won’t have to worry about it because it will no doubt fly right by my Blast.
It’s 193 horsepower, with 450-pound weight, including fuel and ABS. It’s currently qualifying for races at Monza and other venues. It’s not a flying [...]
Motorcycle month should be about motorcycles
Just when I thought that having motorcycle safety month in every freakin’ state was a good thing, there comes the inevitable stories in the media (hey, I’m a member of the liberal media, so is R.P.) about the month and guess what they focus on.
Is it the fun? No.
Is it the economic sense of commuting [...]
Aaaarrrrghh!
Well, I’ll be a son of a …. SOB. I just get to the bike — blocked in the carport by assorted lawn and patio furniture taken out of the six-day Ark-test rainfall to stay as dry as possible, which isn’t very — when the freakin’ sun runs away and the sky opens up.
It’s pouring, [...]
What’s that blinding orb in the sky?
The storm clouds have taken on a funny hue, so bright, so white, shining almost like, um, what was that thing I read about in history books?
And why is the sky not crying?
Wait. It’s not raining. The sun is dipping in and out of the clouds and there’s less than a 70 percent chance of [...]
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