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Ramblin’
Took a left instead of the usual right turn while out riding yesterday, and, to my amazement, I found even more great riding roads up in the San Gabriel mountains. This place is a serious playground for motorcycles and sports cars, and oh, so close to Rain Cloud Follows west coast home. Roads that twist and turn, wind and climb, and never fail to make that involuntary smile appear. Thanks to this new discovery, the ‘Milk Run’ can now easily be extended to get bread, eggs and maybe even some apple pie.
Also found this sign, which made me laugh.
My plan for this visit includes writing and photographing the ride, then submitting it to a few motorcycling magazines – one of my unmet goals from last year. Better late than never, I always say. I’ve been doing a lot of recon for this trip, and without a doubt, which is sure to include much riding, exploring, and of course Macallan tasting.
Congratulations!!
Mom and Dad’s first official act as retired folks was to start spending my inheritance. For the next three months (or longer) the new snowbirds will be leaving the Frozen Kingdom of Rhode Island, and heading for the warmer climate of Virginia Beach, where they’ll enjoy discounts on coffee and movies. And spending lots and lots of time together.
Good luck with that, Mom!
I am proud of my parents, the people that taught me so much, molded me into the person I am, grudgingly accepted me back in the ‘Long Hair’ days, drove me and my drums to shows when I was too young to drive myself, and most important of all, taught me how to use the toilet, among countless other things. For their support and love throughout my life, I’ll be eternally grateful and appreciative.
Congratulations, Mom and Dad! Thanks for everything, spend every cent of the inheritance, and enjoy a lifetime of Best Days Ever!
How To Tell You Are In A Small Town
I live in a small, snow covered town tucked up in the northwestern corner of the Kingdom of Rhode Island. It’s a great place, chock full of interesting characters, the likes of which I have never found anywhere else in my extensive travels. 4742 people call my tiny town home, and I am proud to be one of them.
Living is a small town has it’s advantages, and it’s disadvantages.
Advantage: Sitting in one of the two dive bars in my town, a total stranger suddenly yells at me from the other end of the bar. “Hey! You! Down dere! You want some venison? I’ll give you as much as you want, ’cause I got too much in my frigidare!” You’ll never starve in my small town.
Disadvantage: Earlier on the same evening, sitting in the other dive bar, a young-looking couple walks in and gets carded. The bartendress looks at the young girl’s ID card then exclaims, “You are NOT this girl! You wanna know how I know? Because I went to high school with her, and YOU are definitely not HER!”
Winter Wonderland
After a long Pay Per View week, all everyone wants to do is get home. The first leg of my flight home, from Indianapolis to Cincinnati, was scheduled to leave at seven this lovely winter morning. Mother Nature had other plans, dumping seventy million tons of snow on the Hoosier state, forcing Delta Airlines (Motto: Nothing can stop us. Except snow, rain, wind, darkness, and direct sunlight) to cancel the flight.
Amazingly, Delta canceled the flight one full day before takeoff, before the majority of the snow fell. Delta’s Department of Mass Confusion – Timewarp Division kicked into overdrive, and somehow, inexplicably, I ended up on a flight that left Indy later, and got me home a full hour earlier than the original flight.
When something seems too good to be true… it usually is.
Mother Nature, being the bitch that she is at this time of the month, still had other plans. And the city of Indianapolis, which certainly knows how to host an enormous auto race or two, obviously has no idea what to do when Mother Nature is on the rag.
The one and only plow in all of Indianapolis srpung into action – after being de-iced that is.
The gate agents have attempted to board the plane a few times, but in true Delta Chinese Fire Drill fashion, they’ve made us sit down again. Sorta like musical chairs, minus the music, and the fun. Friends of ours that boarded the earlier flight have been texting us from the runway, where they’ve been parked for hours, asking if we can arrange a pizza delivery.
UPDATE: Snow removal reinforcements arrived, possibly from the nearest ski mountain. A gigantic snowblower took to the taxiways and blew snow all around, creating a huge man-made blizzard.
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