Hardcore

It's been nice bike ridin' weather, and I removed my windshield a few weeks ago since it has warmed up a bit. Saturday, Glenda and I rode to a local park where her company had an Earth Day picnic. We had a good time and a good lunch, catfish and chicken catered by a local restaurant called Bottomfeeders. We got home and our neighbors were outside, so we went over and chatted with them for a bit. After an hour or so, I could tell I'd been in the sun long enough and bid my farewell. Glenda stayed over there a few more hours, so now her arms, neck and nose are burned. Sunday, we planned to meet her family for lunch in celebration of my brother in law's 50th birthday. Glenda didn't feel like riding the bike since she'd burned the day before, so I rode it alone to lunch. I usually ride the left tire track on the highway and move over when passing 18 wheelers, dump trucks, etc. Well, a semi was heading my way so I moved over, and when he passed, he kicked up a rock that hit me square on the right shin. OUCH! I've got a nice bruise there this week. I'm just glad it didn't get any higher...

I took a good natured shot at Sal in an earlier blog about having a Sportster, however, the last few times in the Harley dealer, I've found myself kind of admiring the 1200N retro looking Sportsters. I particular like the olive/black and the primer red colors. I passed a guy riding one on the road the other day with black pipes on it, and it looked like an old custom bike. Very cool. But still, with my size, I think I would look like the king in Pocketbike Racer on a Sportster... :)