So I drove to Santa Fe Harley-Davidson to pick up my plate and I saw some other bikes there. It appears the HOG (Harley Owner’s Group) planned a ride for today. I passed on the ride because Nina’s coming with me this afternoon for her maiden voyage. She’s very excited about the ride.
At Pecos River
At Pecos River
At Pecos River
At Santa Fe Harley-Davidson
At Santa Fe Harley-Davidson
At Santa Fe Harley-Davidson
As the bike sits now, parked outside my garage, it has 444 miles on it during 1 week’s riding. 150 miles were with Dennis on the day I picked it up.
I have a friend with the exact model as mine and he has owned his bike for 2 months and he has less than 300 miles on his. I’m doing pretty good I guess.
Edit: Just returned from a ride with Nina. 60 miles and she had fun! Who knew? On this trip, the bike rolled over the 500 mile mark. Only 1000 more miles to the first service appointment.
While I fully intended to do the standard moped that you see around college campuses and Caribbean Islands, I was forced to go for the larger version because of my less than petite size.
It’s just a hair under 900 pounds, 8½ feet long, 103 cubic inches, and a load of fun to drive. With 350 miles under my belt, I’m into the second stage of the break-in period. I can go a bit faster and and drive it a bit harder during this stage of the break-in period. Still don’t plan on beating this thing.
I’ve got all the safety gear, leather jacket, chaps, helmet, safety glasses, boots and gloves. I figure to do this safely and to be truthful, the chaps make my ass look great!
I was just nominated to the state tourism board to represent the north-easten New Mexico Region. Nominated, not accepted yet. The county manager was tasked to submit a few names and my name was included.
There will be interviews and I believe this is a paid position. Most state board positions are paid. We’ll see.
She’s breaking through her meds. The meds that temper her strangeness are the ones she’s breaking through.
She’s not napping much anymore. If I’m home alone with her, which happens frequently, she wants to talk to me about her strange life.
I will not post the things she says since they are beyond comprehension at times.
She thinks she’s funny. I think she’s strange.
New meds arrived yesterday, so hopefully she will be stable again sooner than later.
We have applied to get her on hospice and that is looking like it’s happening. Reason? Dr. Green, her doctor, is moving out of the area and this makes it so we don’t have to take her out of the house for any appointments.
I saw Barbara Hall this afternoon. She’s sounding better and looking fitter than last time I saw her. I had heard that her friend/helper had left, but that turned out to be wrong, he just parks in the garage and it was a mistaken assumption.
She leaves the area mid-May and heads to Henderson NV to live with a friend. This is the best place for her at this time. This area is not the same area she left some years back.
Since tractors seem to play a large role in my mostly urban family, I figured I’d post my tractor woes. Last Thursday I towed my tractor to Las Vegas Diesel for repairs. Oil leak, nasty old muffler, battery not charging, and general service.
I stopped by with Erin after the bank and found the tractor missing the top half of the front section. My oil leak was actually 2 leaks on the same hydro tube and they had to remove all the top sheet metal. They are now searching for the needed fittings to fix this issue.
They also said that the muffler problem I’m having was broken brackets and they’re replacing them with new stainless brackets.
I also noticed that I have a new alternator in place, so I have to assume that my charging problem is now fixed.
My tractor is around the same age as me, well, maybe a few years younger, so it needs some TLC on occasion.
I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.
