Weather: 47Â°F (8Â°C) Under cloudy skies.
Road Conditions: Dry and clean.
Busy, busy, busy…
A lot has happened over the past week, and I suppose I should bring you all up-to-date. The most obvious event was the changing of the color scheme for RHR. I got sick of looking at a black-and-white page, and decided to go with something more to my liking. Now that we have all the glitches ironed out, I would appreciate some reader feedback. What do you think?
I wish I could tell you something positive here, but I’m afraid the Vespa deal is in limbo at the moment.
NOTE: This section has been edited. Kathleen from Cooper-Katz has been in contact, and the deal may still be alive. We are looking at early May now, hopefully. Wish me luck… and thanks to whomever it was that helped me out. You know who you are.
The next Ramble Plan in my phonetic alphabet progression is Kilo. For that, I let my friend Sidewalk Dan plan and lead the ride, right through the heart of our Twin Cities. We dined at “Bulldogs N.E.”, where I had a most decadent gourmet cheeseburger, and then he led me on a merry chase through sidestreet rush-hour traffic. But I’m going to let him tell you about it, later this weekend.
Another “Doohickey Day”!
My friend Paul Streeter is hosting another Doohickey Day at his house on Saturday. Members of the Twin Cities Dual-Sport forum will get together to perform scheduled maintenance and upgrades to their KLRs, and now we are even working on other makes and models of these most useful of motorbikes. Buster Brown and Sidewalk Dan will be there, along with a host of other eccentric characters, and I will be sure to document the ensuing mayhem for posterity.
Tunnel of Hate?
This is the term I have come up with for my morning Ride to Work(tm) on the freeway. Now that I have been granted this time at work in the morning to update my blog and answer your comments, I have forsaken my nice, slow morning ramble on the parkways in favor of mortal combat on the freeways.
Since it is still dark when I leave in the morning, and the freeway runs between huge retaining walls through much of its’ length, I have taken to calling this ride “The Tunnel of Hate”.
This is due to the Universal Loathing I feel for every single cage operator out there. All these fragile egos driving oversize trucks and SUVs, and even worse, the vicious little creeps in their hopped-up sh*tboxes, are out there wired on their morning coffee, lurching from lane to lane with their nuclear blue high-beams on, in a death-race to their commercial/industrial slaughterhouses.
I don’t know how much more of this I can stand before I do something Truly Heinous…