Well, we did a long ride yesterday, 300+ miles. Well, that was my milage. Living 44 miles from the dealership, which was the starting and ending point of the ride, so round-trip is an additional 88 miles for me.

The ride was to Chama and the High Country Restaurant & Saloon, a SFHD favorite for one or two rides a year. The ride takes us through the red rocks region of Northern NM and other scenic areas. We returned to the store through Colorado on CO 17. Such a beautiful ride and it has some very nice twisties.

Other Stuff:
I have to tell you, I’m finding FB to be more informative and, sadly, more hateful lately. Recently I saw a video of a deranged liberal trashing a man’s car for having a Trump sticker on it. She slashed his tires and punctured his radiator and ruined the paint. He was on the phone with the cops at the time reporting what she was doing. I would have handled it myself, against advise of experts saying the police should be the ones to deal with things like that.

I’m starting to wind down my posting on FB and restricting my interactions to the groups where I’m a member. Even with that restriction I’m posting less in the groups. FB is so filled with liberal hatred of anyone or anything Trump or Republican that avoiding it is something I’m doing for my own sanity.

And then there’s the sensitive people that take offense at the slightest thing that you have to self-filter what you post and double check even the most innocent of posts so they are not butt-hurt.

Still not trained as a rider coach @ sFHD. Not the dealerships fault, but the MSF is to blame. The store is now talking about sending the 3 of us out of state to be trained. I’m willing to ride to any state but California for training. I doubt we’d have to go there since they have a different course than the rest of the country. Assholes just have to be different.

MAGA people! Peace.

The Mexican maid asked for a pay increase.

The wife of her employer was very upset about this.

Wife: “Now, Maria, why do you think you deserve a pay raise?”

Maria: “Well, Senora, there are three reasons. The first is I iron better than you.”

Wife: “Who said that?”

Maria: “Jor huzban, he say so.”

Wife: “Oh yeah?”

Maria: “The second reason eez I am better cook.”

Wife: “Who said you were a better cook?”

Maria: “Jor huzban did.”

Wife: “Oh he did, did he??”

Maria: “The third reason is I am better at sex than you.”

Wife, really boiling now and through gritted teeth: “And did my husband say that as well?”

Maria: “No, Senora, Jose the gardener did.”

OH SHIT, THAT’S NOT TRUMP!

I was standing at the bar at the VFW one night minding my own business.
This FAT ugly chick came up behind me, grabbed my behind and said, “You’re kinda cute You gotta phone number?”
I said, “Yeah, you gotta pen?”
She said, “Yeah, I got a pen”.
I said, “You better get back in it before the farmer misses you.”
Cost me 6 stitches..but,
When you’re over seventy…………..who cares?
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I went to the drug store and told the clerk “Give me 3 packets of condoms, please.”
Lady Clerk: “Do you need a paper bag with that, sir?”;
I said “Nah… She’s purty good lookin’…..”
When you’re over seventy…………..who cares?
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I was talking to a young woman in the VFW last night.
She said, “If you lost a few pounds, had a shave and got your hair cut, you’d look all right.”;
I said, “If I did that, I’d be talking to your friends over there instead of you.”;
Cost me a fat lip, but…
When you’re over seventy…………..who cares?
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I was telling a woman in the Club about my ability to guess what day a woman was born just by feeling her breasts.
“Really” she said, “Go on then… try.”
After about thirty seconds of fondling she began to lose patience and said, “Come on, what day was I born?”
I said, “Yesterday.”
Cost me a kick in the nuts, but…
When you’re over seventy……………who cares?
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I got caught taking a pee in the swimming pool today.
The lifeguard shouted at me so loud, I nearly fell in.
When you’re over seventy……………who cares?
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I went to our VFW last night and saw a BIG woman dancing on a table.
I said, “Good legs.”
The girl giggled and said, “Do you really think so?”
I said, “Definitely! Most tables would have collapsed by now.”
Cost me 6 more stitches, but..
When you’re over seventy…………..who cares?

“Count your life by smiles, not tears, count your age by friends, not years, and remember we do not quit playing because we grow old…. we grow old because we quit playing”