So I get up early and meet my Italian friends in Santa Fe to ride out with them for a bit and at the hotel one of them notices I’m carrying a gun. It’s not a big deal to them, except for the one that happens to be a police detective in Rome. He and I talk a bit about guns and the like and I empty the gun and pass it to him. Once again, it’s just another gun.. Then he sees the bullets, THEY are a big deal. They’re illegal in Italy. I carry hollow points. So I strip one out of the magazine and give it to the detective. You’d have thought I gave him gold. I rode with them for an hour and then headed home to fix the swamp cooler.<\/p>\n
Andy & I did a half assed repair on the cooler yesterday, which didn’t last. I picked up the missing parts today on the way home and fixed it right when I got home. Easy job when you got the right stuff.<\/p>\n
If in Santa Fe, you have to stop @ Harley, right? Well, of course you do. While there I gave one of the girls a massage. She’s a masseuse and was complaining about not having anyone to massage her and she “really” needed one bad, so I obliged.<\/p>\n
To cap off the day, we had a farewell party for one of the Old Fartz. Bob Bob Bob and Bernadette had about 30 of the Old Fartz over to wish Bob and his wife a fond farewell. Nice guy but deaf as a stone and his hearing aids are just a marginal help..<\/p>\n
Busy Saturday!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So I get up early and meet my Italian friends in Santa Fe to ride out with them for a bit and at the hotel one of them notices I’m carrying a gun. It’s not a big deal to them, except for the one that happens to be a police detective in Rome. He and … Continue reading Party\/Italians\/Harley\/Swamp Cooler<\/span>