Monthly Archives: March 2014
April? Tomorrow?
Wow, the month’s are just sliding by. Tomorrow we start with our expanded hours, closing at 9:00. We are starting to get more calls after closing asking if we are still open. Even after tomorrow’s additional hours, we will continue to have calls after hours asking the same question. 9:00 will remain in effect until sometime in mid fall. By then we will be loving the extra hour of quiet.
We had brutal winds yesterday. The early morning hours were nice, but that quickly passed. 50 mile gusts that seemed more sustained than gust-like. Dennis was out on his bike yesterday and he said I should be glad I didn’t go out.
More wind is expected throughout the week. The weatherliars all talk about “this storm” or “that storm” coming through and all we get from these storms is the freaking wind. The storms pass to the north of us, the winds seem to target us.
Relax . . . we’re all crazy . . . it’s not a competition!
Happy Erinday everyone!
Yep, she’s home.
No riding today, way too windy.
Breakfast at Harry’s Roadhouse. Specials are strange and different every week and mostly pretty good.
Yesterday, I went to a birthday party for Joe’s mother. Family only & I’m family. It’s nice to be loved. Gloria’s (the mom) sister pulled a steak knife on me a few times, but I won her over by the time I left. One of Joe’s cousins gave me a fairly thorough interrogation, wanting to know who I was, why I was at a family only event, and she wondered why she wasn’t allowed to bring a friend. Hey Joe, you got an interesting family there! I had fun though.
Once again I am tired of the wind. I’m done with it.
Just some pictures.
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.
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.
BTW, Nina has her own H-D leathers. Sexy!
Too funny not to steal!
My new moped.
Purdy, aint it?
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!
More pictures coming later. Peace!
Just some jokes
Windy day yesterday
- It’s like the wind has no “off” lately. It’s getting old.
- Lunch with Dennis yesterday. I’ve decided to do salads mostly for lunch. Nina loves making me salads.
- Tori is in Denver today. Not sure why, but that’s where she’s at. She’ll be back Saturday I’m told.
- She’s not back Saturday, I’m selling her dogs.
- Getting a load of gas later this morning. Man that shit is getting expensive! $3.22, my cost.
- ML is officially on hospice right now. She’s not happy about that. Too bad, so sad.
- It took Nina several hours to finalize this arrangement.
- This takes a bit off of Nina. Taking her to a doctor is a done deal now, they come here.
- They deliver her meds too.
- Good deal.
Joke (compliments of Archie)
The Lost Keys…
After a meeting several days ago, I couldn’t find my keys. I quickly gave myself a personal “TSA Pat Down.”
They weren’t in my pockets. Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving my keys in the car’s ignition.
He’s afraid that the car could be stolen. As I looked around the parking lot, I realized he was right.
The parking lot was empty. I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then I made the most difficult call of all to my husband: “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen.”
There was a moment of silence. I thought the call had been disconnected, but then I heard his voice. “Are you kidding me?” he barked, “I dropped you off!”
Now it was my turn to be silent.
Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”
He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop that I didn’t steal your car!”
Welcome to the golden years………