We did a 200 mile ride today with the dealership prior to the bike give-away from Harley-Davidson. The whole day was a screw up between 2 different groups organizing a ride from the dealership via email. It all worked out in the end. The Old Fartz went to Albuquerque for a brunch ride and we did the dealership ride with 9 other bikes.
Steve Stucker, the channel 4 weatherman was there to help with the award. They also had TV cameras there to record the event, so I may be on TV. Steve is in the white shirt, David Pearson in the green shirt, the guy in the vest and plaid shirt was awarded the bike. His wife was with him.
He was accompanied by a LE (law enforcement) motorcycle club, the guys in the black vests. I’m guessing that there were 100 or more people there today. Lots of fun.
So, we’ve had a beautiful Saturday. Temps in the 70’s and partly cloudy. I took the bike out to Walmart to pick up my meds. You know the routine, new doctor, new meds. It’s like a freaking plot to keep you guessing. Actually, same meds, higher dosage.
Tomorrow we’re going out on the dealership ride at 11:00. At 1:00 the dealership is giving away a gorgeous Road King to a teacher that made a difference. Actually, Harley-Davidson is giving the teacher the bike and he chose SFHD as his home dealer. Great news for the Pearsons and the store, free publicity. Some on the ride tomorrow wish to be there during the give away, but I’m not sure if we’ll attend.
Mom didn’t like the picture of me and Karen that Debby posted on FB. It does make me look large, but I am large. It was a fun night and Karen and I were having a nice chat when the pic was taken. I’ve known Karen from the Old Fartz lunch crowd, but we never talked before. Nice lady, smart lady.
We’ve settled on dates for our summer trip. We’re thinking that July 6th through July 24 sounds good. Michigan will most likely be on the tour route. I hear that Karen (not the above mentioned Karen) will be there most of the summer. I hope she brings her sick little dog with, Beth can take it to her vet for Paul. (too soon Beth? sorry.) We still plan on doing the b.com reunion weekend at the start of the trip, but that depends on who’s available for the weekend.
We are hoping to make this trip a Diners, Drive-ins & Dives trip. Checking out his website, I doubt this will be a hard thing to do. He’s been everywhere! Of course I won’t be taking the knife wielding Erin with on the trip, after all, it is a bike trip with Nina and myself. The knife thing is something that her father thinks is funny. Moron. You’ll notice that I am not smiling in the picture.
I went to court today to watch he arraignment of Romero. It was a real non-event. The judge allowed his bond to be reduced from $10,000 to $5,000. He pled not-guilty and now I hope he’ll try to do a plea deal. His brother was there and we chatted.
Well, I went to the doctor’s office today and got my results of the blood tests. Basically I’m a healthy fat guy with very few problems. My PSA is very low-good!
The finger was given and it was as it should be-good!
My bad cholesterol is just fine-good!
My tri-glyserides are fine-good!
My good cholesterol is way down-bad!
Because my good is down, I will be back on statins, but in a much lower dosage. 5mg. instead of 80 mg.-good!
I’m too heavy-duh!
My thyroid levels is still too low-not good but not horrid!
Sounds like a lot, but it’s not and the doctor was surprised that I was in such good health in spite of my weight.
Went to a new rider social last night at the dealership and I had a blast! There were other HOG members there to promote HOG to the new members and while we did gather together on occasion, the new riders were the focus of the evening.
While it looks like Karen and I were enjoying ourselves, it was toward the end of the evening and we both sat to “take a load off” after standing for several hours.
There were approximately 20 new riders in attendance and they seemed to enjoy the event that was geared to sway them to the purchase of a Harley. I’m sure that some of the group will indeed buy a bike of some sort.
A guy was in a bar about as drunk as it’s possible to get. A group of guys noticed his condition and decide to be good Samaritans and take him home.
First they stood him up to get to his wallet so they could find out where he lives, but he kept falling down. He fell down eight more times on the way to the car, each time with a real thud.
After they got to his house, he fell down another four times on the way to the door.
His wife comes to the door, and one guy says, “We brought your husband home.”
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.
