Diss him like he's Pluto.

My bike ride this morning was COLD. After I got home it took an hour before I could feel my toes.
BTW, a full water bottle on the kitchen table is just as worthless as an empty bottle on the bike.

A load of white clothes will always include more items than the same size load of colored clothes. And weigh less.

We got our property valuation notice from the county today. The good news is that our property tax will be going way down. As in 16% down.
I’ve never been so bummed by “good” news.

I will do almost anything to avoid grocery stores but I needed a 2 liter of Diet Coke to take to the BBQ next door (the other neighbors). I took it through the self-checkout lane, scanned the bar code and, as per the instructions on the screen, slid my card through the reader and entered my PIN as directed. The screen on the reader then said, “Please wait.”
So I waited.
Ninety minutes later I successfully flagged down an employee who came over and, rather curtly, pointed to the main screen where one of the touch screen buttons said “Pay Now.”
I explained, “I was following the directions over here which said, ‘Please wait.’ So I waited.”
Again curtly, “You’re the cashier when you use one of these machines, so you have to tell it what to do.”
This is why I don’t go to grocery stores.

Still no bids on that motorcycle with three days left on the listing. This is a great price on a great bike. Alas, my wife still thinks it’s a bad idea. I suggested someone who already owned a bivy and mummy bag could fly back and drive it home. “Or loan that stuff to someone else to use.”

Thinking about that bike has me realizing I miss going fast. We talked about that, too. Pam seems to think not going fast is a good thing. I disagree. And I explained that I only went fast when it was safe to do so - out on empty desert roads with no traffic. Yes, the “Watch for Animals on Road” sign gave me pause but I never actually saw any of those animals except for that dead cow off to the side.

There’s something uniquely exhilarating about going fast on a motorcycle. You feel it a lot more than going the same speed in a car. You feel the wind and the road surface, you hear the noises and mostly you have the sensation of SPEED.

It’s not for everybody. Some people are happy to, prefer to live safely inside the box. Others of us enjoy the unknown, the untried. That can include going fast on a motorcycle. I used to do that. Now I drive a ’67 Beetle.
Heavy sigh.