Wednesday, September 29, 2021
The Choppy Right Ended His Night!
Tuesday, September 28, 2021
Praying Mantis & Steering Wheel Progress
Sunday, September 26, 2021
Bazooka Time & More
Friday, September 24, 2021
Pinholes, Trans Mounts and Steering Disconnects
Thursday, September 23, 2021
New Wheel
Monday, September 20, 2021
What Is Truth?
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Birthday, Bicycles and More
Sunday, September 19, 2021
Lever Action
Saturday, September 18, 2021
Harvest Time
Friday, September 17, 2021
Critique Of The Morning
The Missus and I left the shack yesterday morning about 7:30 for her medical appointment. On the way I had the radio on but like most every week day morning drive-time, lots of talk but not much in the way of music. I'm not sure whose idea it was to replace the normal musical programming with talk that time of day, but when I get my own radio station there'll be some changes made. Mostly all music all day, with decent weather reports in the morning, including wind strength, so folks that commute on two wheels can make informed decisions on whether or not to ride or take the car. I want to listen to music not talk - that's what bar stools are for.
After dropping the Missus off for her procedure, I went to the Bob Evans restaurant just down the street for breakfast. I'm not much of a fan of the chain but when in Rome and all that. I think their food is over priced and the menu isn't really vegetarian friendly. They had a Southwestern Avocado Omelet on the menu, however, so I gave it a try. The avocado pieces were cold as was the shredded cheese on top of the omelet. A zap in the microwave to heat the avocado and melt the cheese would improve things. The $2.89 cup of coffee was good until I was finishing the cup and found some nasty schmutz stuck to the side of the cup near the bottom. They refunded the price of the coffee but that wasn't a lot of comfort after drinking it down to the level of the icky stuff.
Thursday, September 16, 2021
Shifter
Wednesday, September 15, 2021
Monday, September 13, 2021
Political Post
Just a few comments on the current state of our country:
Saturday was the 20th anniversary of the 9/11 attack as I'm sure you all know. It's also the anniversary of our governments failure to protect its citizens, one of the most important functions of any government.
It's become woefully apparent as a result of the Arizona election audit that things were in fact more than a little hinckey. While it hasn't been proven conclusively yet, I'm sure audits in other key states would have similar results. Making sure elections are honest is another important function of the government.
Something that didn't get much press was the removal of the statue of Robert E. Lee from Richmond, Virginia, something roughly equivalent to the destruction of the antiquities the Taliban has been doing.
Saturday, September 11, 2021
Propane Tank In The Gloaming
Friday, September 10, 2021
More Wild Kingdom
Thursday, September 9, 2021
Riding With The King
Tuesday, September 7, 2021
"There's A Hole In The Bucket, Dear Liza"
Monday, September 6, 2021
The Salt Of The Earth
Sunday, September 5, 2021
Zip-A-De-Do-Da
“As I’ve Aged”- Author Unknown
“You ask me how it feels to grow older. I’ve learned a few things along the way, which I’ll share with you…
As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend. I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so avante-garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of many years ago, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love… I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it). May our friendship never come apart especially when it’s straight from the heart!”
Thursday, September 2, 2021
On The Level