The Fog

I love fog; it is mysterious spooky and refreshing all at the same time.  Riding in fog is something that people have mixed emotions about.  Do not get me wrong here I do not think I would like it if I was riding through Bakersfield California, I think this is more than just fog there I mean they delay school till the fog clears, now that is fog. But the kind of fog that comes off the mountains and rolls down the hills that is the kind I like…

I have rode through this thick Bakersfield fog twice, the kind where you can not see the end of your bike or the bike in front of you…The road under you is a cloudy gray mist not the black or concrete we all know… Even the fairing is fog in. you just kind of pray that everyone is all doing the same speed and sticking to their half of the lane…

 The first time was riding in the smoky mountains, it was 2005 bike-about and there was 12 bikes riding in this group…I was riding on the back of Wooly “new wife” because I did not think it would be smart to make this trip on Mydol…Not that I do not keep her up and running properly just that she would have slowed everyone else down, and besides if I am riding on the back of the bike I can drink all I want and not worry about a D.U.I. or getting home safely…That was Wooly's job on this trip….

After riding in terrible storms for two days we finally get to Cherokee North Carolina where we was meeting up with the rest of the guys going on this little adventure…We actually spent the first eight days in full rain gear, it was raining and hard but nothing was detouring this group from riding the Blue Ridge Parkway. It took five years to get this group of friends together…The second we got dressed in the morning all rain gear was put on and off we would ride in the down pours...All the rain made the Smoky Mountains even more Smokey, it was probably on day four of this type of riding that we encountered the fog, not the smoke… It was Bakersfield kind of fog and riding on the back was freaking me out.  I could not see the tail light of the bike in front of us, The headlight of the bike in back of us nor could I see our headlights or the white lines of the road or the road itself…I think that is where a few of my gray hairs came from….

The whole time riding through this fog I just keep saying I hope everyone is maintain the same speed or this could get ugly…Thankfully everyone did maintain the same speed and no one crashed or went off the side of the mountain. The biker gods were smiling down on us this day…This was probably one of the most intense rides in my life. I had no control of anything and things definitely needed to be controlled.   The four hours till we stopped for lunch seemed to take days, the road was endless and lost in the fog, it was a nail biting experience for me…

Now the second time I rode through this kind of fog was Wooly and me on the old Shovels…(yes we still get our old bikes out too)  We was riding back from Augusta Georgia where we had been on business and decided to get lost in the Smokey’s for a week before returning to our expensive storage locker… This time the fog was the Bakersfield type of fog but it was just Wooly and I not twenty other people to watch out for.  I loved it I was having so much fun that I lost Wooly a couple of times and had to pull over in view points to wait for him to catch back up to me… I admit some times I have a speeding problem, you would thick that the fog was so intense it would slow me down but it just seemed to be like riding through clouds…

Now my emotions about the fog our mixed I love the stuff as long as I am in control of my own bike and do not have a bunch of other people to worry about. I still do not like the Bakersfield kind of fog but it’s not like it would stop me from riding and to be honest it probably would not even slow me down…

Deer Wooly

I know if you read my stories that a lot of our riding friends call me the “Rain Goddess” but they call Wooly “Deer” And no I did not spell this wrong I do mean the four legged animal that people hunt, shoot, and eat. I will let him tell you all of his close encounters with these four legged critters but I am going to tell just one of his tales …

The most intense one was nine  years ago. Wooly, me and our favorite long haul biker friends went for a weekend spin. Our favorite long haul biker friend had just bought a new Heritage Springer and wanted to take it for a spin so plans were made, and Friday night we met half way between our houses. Once we hooked up everyone headed back to our place for dinner, drinks, and catching up it was not thirty miles before the darkening skies let loose and started pouring on us (Rain Goddess). We did pull over in a gas station and let most of the storm pass before finishing the way to the expensive storage locker. There we spent the night drinking wine and catching up on everyone’s lives...

The next day I had a wedding to go to, so it was a late start down to the Lake of the Ozarks. It is a good thing it was only a couple hundred miles so no big hurry on the time thing… After the reception and eating some damn good food we all hopped on our bikes and headed for the lake… This was before Wooly had the “New Wife” or I the “Submarine”.  So Wooly was riding the First Wife and I was riding Mydol and our friends were on their new Heritage Springer. The ride down was great, no rain. We would be heading into some but every time I thought we would run into it we would make a curve and it would not be right in front of us any more… We did get spit on a little but with the Midwest heat none of us seemed to mind...

After arriving at Woolly’s brother’s house we all unloaded and hopped on his boat for a little spin a few beers and a quick jump in the lake to cool off. Back at the house our favorite long haul biker friends said that they wanted to go check out Bagnal Dam… This being a weekend night I knew I could walk around faster then drive so I pulled Mydol into the garage and hoped on the back of the First Wife. 

We had rode most of the way to the dam when I watched a deer jump out of the woods. Now this damn thing was running straight beside us at an angle. I quickly did the geometry in my head and knew we were going to crash with the damn thing...  But early that day Wooly had told me in his not patient with me anymore way “Do not question my madness!” So I being scolded once, I decided to not question his madness.  That was almost a fatal mistake that I will not make again…Lesson learned!  Always question any madness!

When I could see those big brown eyes almost staring straight into mine I decided it was time to react to this bad situation… I screamed "duck! "while  I grabbed the top of Woolly’s head and pushed both of our bodies as close to the bike and as flat as I was capable of doing… At the same time the deer had to of thought, those stupid f@$king bikers and decided to give it her all and jumped over us… Now in this nano second all three of our lives had changed…  The deer actually jump right in between Wooly and my heads even in our flattened state it barely missed both off us...our long haul biker friends was behind us and watched the whole thing unfold before their eyes too…

After the deer jumped over Wooly and me, she jumped over the car that was going the other way, I however did not see it because I still was holding Woolly’s head down to the gas tanks of the First Wife… When we had came to a complete stop in someone’s drive way our long haul biker friend was screaming at us “Did you not see that fucking deer? What the hell is wrong with you?  Did you not see that fucking deer?”   I think he was more upset then we were over the whole deer jumping thing.   Don’t get me wrong I was shook up but I did not thinking yelling was going to change anything and I was  just glad that Wooly and me was not road kill...

The drive back to the lake house was very intense we were all watching for deer and probably going as slow as an old lady driving to church...  But somehow we managed to make it back to the lake house alive without any more deer incidents.   Once there we hoped in the boat and went to the local cove bar for a drink or two... I just keep thinking them deer can't get  us now...Safe for the night!

The Trophy Wife

Okay so it happened again.  I am not sure how it happened, all I know is we went in for a part for my bike and Wooly came out with a new bike.   I still not sure it is all a dream except the garage got cleaned and we now have 6 bikes in there.... Some times it is hard to remember why we have so many bikes but any one who rides knows different bikes for different reasons...  
Any way we have a new girl in the garage she is shinny and a great looking bike some thing I would design with lots of black instead of chrome yep she is a beauty.  Fast ? yep she is a screaming eagle... You know the big engines design to go faster then one might want to go.   Oh wait I am talking about bikes men think there is no such thing as to fast, lol... no such thing to them...
Any way we walked in Wooly feel in love and what really sealed his fate is he took the thing for a test ride.   That was it he was in love and she was coming home with us.    Good thing I am okay with all these other women/bikes in his life.  Any way went in for a 45 dollar part came out with an expensive trophy wife.
So we get her home and introductions are in order... I first introduce her to my bikes, I have less bikes then Wooly and well my bikes do not effect his bikes so the easier introductions first.  Mydol and the Submarine are introduced and every thing is good as these bikes will never compete for Wooly's love... Then comes introducing Wooly's bikes to Wooly's new bike.  Etiquette  told me that you introduce the elders first so we start with the Mistress... I introduce and tell the Trophy wife that the Mistress will always come first just get over that now and there will be no oil spilled.  The first wife is being rebuilt right now and she is on the lift not quit a rolling chase but should be by the end of the day.   The new wife was in the shop getting serviced so introducing her came later... So all is well The Trophy wife is settling into her spot in the garage and the girls are all getting along so far....   Thinking two thoughts here... If Wooly kept cleaning the garage there is room for  three more in there... And Next is I am going to have to upgrade my engine so I can keep up with him and the Trophy wife.

The trip of a life time part

Now last time Wooly and I went to Japan I had made the statement that it was a trip of a life time, I mean really what are the odds of ever going back to Japan???   Well pretty good as we have just finished that trip again... First let me say as a young girl I dreamed of traveling to far away place and jumping feet first into their culture and way of life.  I never thought I would get to do this, especially as I was to short for any military services,lol...  But I have just finished that long, ass aching trip to Japan again and this time I had another plane to hop when I got there.  A five hour lay over and another plane, a nice express ride on the subway.  I nice lady helping us find our way out of subway and putting us in a taxi and we finally made it to a hotel for the night.
 Now you have to remember we had been traveling a straight  28 hours by this time and we finally make it to a bed... Rather small by American strands but a bed...   A much needed try to sleep even though your body is telling you "Hay dumb ass it is day time!" But for now I am getting a little ahead of my trip...
Now usually plane trips are boring, maybe some turbulence to wake you but no this very long trip from Chicago to Tokyo was not really as boring as it should have been, lol...
 First let me say, I checked, really I did... I have a food allergy, no really it is classified as "Highly sensitive"  To soy!  Yep some thing the Japanise use for every thing in one shape or another... So knowing that I am on Asian airlines and that most my food would be typical Asian food I checked the menu before leaving so I would know what not to eat... Yep would have been smart as I checked both menus but me being me and slightly dysfunctional I checked lunch/dinner and breakfast.  I knew I could not have the Samon as it was cooked in a soy sauce and had soy souce on it... I had the chicken, yucky, not quite right chicken..
But the second meal instead of being the breakfast I checked was another full meal... No choice just here what you get... I ate the fruit, drink the wine, and had some beef and rice... Wrong thing to do, the beef had to have been cooked in soy sauce and shortly  after eating I started to fell hot, like hot flashes hot.  My stomach bloated to almost twice it's normal size and I had to get to the toilet fast, really fast... Glad I was right by one... Well my meal had to get out of my stomach and to put it nicely it came out by any office possible... I went back to my seat still pale as a piece of paper... The stewardess  notice haw pale I was and kept asking you running a fever. ( in her best English)  I keep telling her no I was okay, she watch me like an Eagle stalking pray.  I was trying really hard to convince her I was okay in-between trips to the bath room... But it was Wooly who stepped it up and convinced here that I was only having a hot flashes... But I swear there was a lot of masked people following me through customs and immigration... and that there was a lady waiting at the end of immigrations  pointing to the sign about you must report to the nurse if you have experence any fever during flight.
I know that the Japanese they are still really freaked out about the bird flu so seeing myself being quarantined for the 16 days I just keep walking... I was surprised when no one tackled my ass and dragged me back but was happy I was going to get a 5 hour lay over and one more flight before I land on Hokkido Island in Japan... I think I fell asleep in the airport first time for both getting sicker then shit on a plane, and falling asleep while traveling...

These Boots Are Made For Riding

Sunday after  catching myself almost grabbing a sub contractor by the throat and wanting to throw him through a wall I decided it was time to rewind... Go for a ride, find my Zen again before I found myself in handcuffs from reacting and not thinking.  Now the ride itself was nothing really to write about, nothing happened, no close encounters, no near misses.  It was a much needed break from working my long hard hours.
We did wander about 80 miles before finding a bar and decided to stop for a drink.  We not only had a few drinks but  ate some  linner (lunch dinner) there also .   It was called Hawgs Pen.  The drinks was cold,  the food was good and the service was great... We talked with some people who happened to be riding in on some old Shovels.  We saw 5 different Shovels ride in while we was there, now there is some thing you don't see every day.  It was great seeing the old bikes out putting around.  Really nice spot so  if you are ever in New Hampshire check it out. It is up route 11  just north of Rochetser, and no I am not getting paid to talk about this bar, lol.
Anyway when we was just heading  up  route 28 some where before we headed back east we got stopped at a traffic light and a couple of Road Glides pulled up behind us.   I could see in my mirror that one guy had noticed my boots... Yep my Frankensteins, my platform riding boots.  I could see him talk to his buddy  and stare back at my boots.  So being the  nice person I am, I turned around and said that this is how a midget rides a tour bike and laughed.   But this got me thinking about what few times any one has ever said any thing about my boots.  Most people don't look down to notice such things or if they do the don't comment or ask.   But on a rare occasion someone has commented or asked about my beloved Frankenstein's...
 I think the first time I remember Wooly and I was down in Louisiana, just enjoying a nice ride.  The road we was on dumped us onto the highway and behind us was a truck.  Now this truck followed us for about 5 miles and when we pulled off to get gas they pulled off also.  At the gas station one of the guys in the truck came up to me and said that him and his brother was following us and having a nice discussion about me and my bike.  His brother keep saying that I was too little for the bike and he kept saying well she is riding it so she must not be to little for it.   He then said  when you stopped and put your feet down at the light that is when we noticed your  boots... 
Then there was a lady at the Boo fest in Jefferson Texas.  It was the last day and the party was over but Wooly and I was hanging and talking to people some of wich we had been doing some business with for months.  Just setting on a hill watching talking, any way we had been there for awhile and most every one was gone so we went to get our bikes and pull them over to where we was hanging.  After I parked and walked back up the hill this lady I had been talking to said "That explains the boots".  She never asked but she did notice...
 I think the funniest time was at a friends house... She was haven her bi-yearly cheeseburger in paradise party.  Wooly and I happened to be within a couple hundred miles so we rode down for the party.  In a nice storm at that...  Upon arriving  I helped set food up and wondered around talking and meeting people.   I kept some how meeting up with this one women again and again..   She was funny and just  fun to be around  a really  great lady.  Anyway after food drinks and parting most the night away we was cleaning up the place and she came up to me and asked  " What is up with your boots?" I don't know what came over me but out of my mouth came  'I had polo in both legs"   I know I should not have said this but it came out of my mouth even before my brain could react to what I was saying.  It is an inside joke between me and some of my long distance riding buddy's.  She replied" But I watched you all night and both your  knees bend"   I let her go on thinking this for another few hours before I let her off the hook, glad she has a sense of humor...LOL

Wooly is fired as road caption

Okay last Sundays ride got postponed from being published because for some reason the Internet keep eating it when I went to post.  Cussing under breath about  Internet conspiracy...lol  So this is attempt 3...

Friday night rolls around and I am dead tired of these long days and weeks and the stress this job is creating... I worked a 12 hour day, fixed dinner took a shower and went and curled up with a good map.  Yep, I was already looking forward to my Sunday ride.  I had planed a ride down a nice scenic by-way around a lake,then back north and across, then another scenic by-way returning.   Wooly comes to bed and when I show him my plan he looks at me with those sad eyes and say he really had his heart set on riding the coast of Maine.  FUCK, all that planning for nothing.
Saturday night comes and after working a 11 hour day, cooking dinner and showering, I again curl up with a good map to plan yet another ride this time in another direction.  I am not fond of the plan change but I love Wooly more then any stupid plan I had made so plan 2 is thought out.  Now I am not thrilled with the coast line here  I found the west coast to be excellent, okay north-west... And a ride up the coast on a hot weekend day, one would have to be crazy!   Yep that sums us up nicely, crazy.. But  I will find yet another  ride on some scenic roads we can do and then a nice ride back to home, well what we call  home for now.

So Sunday rolls around and we get to go, we b-line up the interstate to Maine, because we have already rode the coast from where we are to there, so we decided to  make some time.  We missed our  first exit. That should have been a sign that this was not going to go so good, but we ride on.  We get back  to the scenic coastal road and are finally on track.  We roll for all of 3 miles and get stopped at a draw bridge.  After baking in the sun for a few to many minutes we are finally feeling some wind.  We are weaving in and out of traffic trying to get out ahead of the crazy people trying to go to the beach.  But no matter how fast we go and how furious we ride we can not escape all this traffic.  After about 20 miles of weaving we decide to take another road father east and even more packed with these crazy beach goers.  Anyway we get caught in stop and stop traffic.  I think the fastest we got going was 2 miles an hour.   It did not take long before the Submarine and I was both over heating and I told Wooly the first west road I see I am on it, with or with out him... We finally got a chance to go west and we both took the chance to get out of all that traffic.  We get stopped at a light and the Submarine decided to throw a fit.  She died when we went to take back off...   Now to be honest I think it might have some thing to do with I was in second but I am not taking the blame on this one, it was the heat and the Submarine being pissed off about it...lol
Any way we get going again and it is not 1 mile and we run out of road.  No more black top, so sticking with our "you picked the road you ride it" rule we rode on.  It was not easy dodging pot holes big enough to swallow me and the Sub.  Trying to handle the bike on loose gravel, with huge pot holes well this ride just gets better and better now don't it...
We get to black top again and I am one happy little girl.  The road was nice some slight banks, with some gentle curves, a nice little ride, finally.  After about 40 miles log we pull over in some little convenient store to get a cold drink and check a map to see where we was.  Yep we was totally off the planed ride by this time. Anyway Wooly spots this nice lakes another 40 miles north of where we are and we decide that it is our new detestation.  Cooled down, hydrated and we go outside to get back on the bikes.
 The Submarine  then really does throw a fit decide she is not going to recognize me at all.  Her alarm starts going off and believe me, her alarm is loud.  I go to the saddle bags to get the manual and do a quick reminder of how to by-pass the alarm.  On attempt 2, it works and off we go again.
When we got up to the lakes Wooly was starved, I was to hot to eat so I just had some ice cream.  We called around to find the nearest H.D. dealership to get the Submarine checked, but we was too far away to make any of them in time.  So instead of throwing in the towel we stick to plan 3 and finish going around the lakes and then heading back home.
On the way home there was a couple more incidents. The first one was we got caught at another draw bridge and this time it was for a half an hour.  Bikes off, kickstands down, saddle bag open to the little cooler I carry, we have ourself's a nice little drink out there baking in the sun.  Wooly gets talking to the guy behind us and he offers some advice on where to eat and what roads to go on... Him being in a sports car and a local we did make notes of the roads... When the draw bridge finally came up we got back on the bikes and picked them up... The Submarines kick stand had sunk into the black top about an inch while we was waiting... Shaking head...
The ride home was mostly enjoyable till Wooly had to remind me about the Moose here.  I told him that you can see them in the daylight and we would get back before it was totally dark.  He said yep but all this water on a hot day... Yep I was watching those woods so close afterwards that I missed our turn...  We was rolling in the right direction so it seemed like no big  deal... Wooly decided that 40 miles from home  we should hit the interstate.  We turned off our scenic nice ride to hit the super slab and when crossing over it we seen stopped and stopped traffic again.  I yelled I am not getting involved with that shit and we did another 180 to finish going back down the scenic by-way we was on... Got stopped at  the first draw bridge, AGAIN. but finished a nice little ride back...
So Wooly planned our ride that went to hell several times and I am going to blame him  for all the fun and adventure of this ride...Also I fired him from planning any more rides...;D

Finally some wind.

So yesterday I finally had  enough of this job site and I was 2 seconds away from going postal.   I told all the sub contractors that I don't care if the place burned down. Do not call me!!!  So off  we went.  We was going for a ride,  a much needed ride.  We had some roads to explore, places we had never seen before.  Time to road Zen...;D 
We get the girls from their garage and find that Wooly has a dead battery.  He had left his I pod plug in and his I pod was not charging right.  That thing had sucked his battery dead.  Anyway half an  hour later and we are finally on the road. 


 We take off  and head back west through Massachusetts winding into New Hampshire and finally turning around shortly after entering  Vermont .  Our first stop was  at this place called Chapel in the Pines.  It was really neat spot on top of this hill with beautiful rock work.  I like rocks, some thing I don't think even I knew till some one pointed out that everywhere I go I take  pictures of rocks...  Anyway the really cool  rock work was over shadowed by this great medallion's that was all over the rock work.  Son of the Pilgrims, Mothers of the World war.   But this one was my favorite...

Anyway after leaving there, Wooly and I some how got behind a organised ride of nine bikes.  You know the kind where they  all play follow the leader, ride staggered, follow the speed limits etc.  We could tell we was making them nervous as we was riding abreast through the straights and the curves.  We followed them for about 20 to 25 miles when our road went one way and they went another. I think it might have been on purpose on their behalf . 

By this time I was starved I had some yogurt for breakfast but no food since and it was 2 pm... So we stopped in the next little town to try to find food.  No luck, the only thing open was a little pizza place.  I have tried the pizza up here twice, and that was enough for me.  So another hour and we find a Friendlys.  At this point I did not care if it was a greasy spoon, I needed some food.  I was past the point where the starving tummy was taking over and making the rest of me a total bitch to ride with.  Also a note, this is probably one of the reason the OM loves me on my own bike he can not hear my stomach or my mouth, lol...  Anyway I had a salad and off we go again to return back home... well to the place I have called home for the last 6 weeks.The ride back was not as great as I think it could have  been. Might have  some thing to do with we got on a super slab instead of the alternate road that was suggested..

On the way back and almost to home I was running low on fuel.  I really need to fill completely but as Wooly usually runs out before me I quit totally filling up.  Anyway we stopped for gas and a cold drink and right across from the gas station was a very old cemetery.  I was to intrigued  and had to  go look.  The oldest stone was 1702 that I found but there was two that really peaked my interest...

Cool  head stone.  I thought wow he must have been a pirate or something but no he was a  doctor or something.  Anyway the much needed ride was full of some great little surprises some twist and turns that makes two wheels fun and then home for a great glass of wine... Wish everyday could be this great.

Dews Birthday present

So like the doting giggy giggy ha ha (Japanese for almost mother) I am not, I almost let Dews birthday sneak up on me...It is not for a couple more weeks but try getting a present shipped to Japan on a certain date, that takes some timing... I decided to buy her a bead for her Pandora bracelet, a Harley bead.  Pandora does not have a Harley bead, of course it is very tenuous about its trade mark.    Mod has these new ride beads  so I decided to buy her a mod bead for her Pandora bracelet.  I had talked to some sales girls about this before and they assured me the mod bead would fit her Pandora  bracelet.  Step one what to get is now accomplished.   Step two would be to go get the bead.   We look up Harley shops around where we are that are with in a couple hour ride.  Find one and call open till 5 pm on this Sunday before the forth of July.  Step two accomplished, now to find a route there.  We could have easily taken the interstate but this being my first time to this area I would rather see the back roads.  You know the small dots on the roads that the interstate seems to miss.  The mom and pop shops that are not a franchise in every town, the real America... Step three and ready to go.
So bikes gassed up and we are rolling down a little two lane road, it had some bumps but hey It is a road...;D Going over a drawbridge the lights start their flashing of warning that you should stop and at that moment in time, a pick up truck decided to come over in our lane and almost hit Wooly he yelled  LOOK ASSHOLE! A calm reaction if you ask me and then we all had to stop at the gates to the draw bridge. Wooly put his kick stand down and turned off the New Wife  all the while glaring at the pick up truck.   I am sure the guy thought he was going to get his ass pulled out of his truck and kicked but Wooly remained calm.    After the draw bridge went down we headed north again at a slightly faster speed to keep from any of the crazy traffic.

We got to the Harley shop I went right in to find the ride bead for Dews bracelet. Found what I wanted had it stashed and went to find Wooly he had found a great Sweater at a great deal.  This being summer it might be a hard to sell a hot heavy sweater.  I looked around and found nothing I wanted but Wooly found a nice dress shirt for Dew.  Her not being here and a return to and from Japan just being too inconvenient if it did not fit, I made Wooly try it on.  Glad he is secure in his masculinity to do things like try on a girls blouse to make sure it will fit your daughter, got to love a man like that...:D

While we was in the shop it starred to rain, yes I know there is a reason our ride buddies call me the rain goddess.  This was a little a pour for a while and then the kind of rain that on a hot summer ride I would not even stop to put on rain gear.  The ride home was a very scenic ride riding south down the coast.  I only got a us lost once, okay maybe twice but as I have always said I am never lost just taking a different road.

Famous for a second

Last night I got a message from a girl friend wanting to borrow my picture from this blog  for a blog she writes.  She is one of the few people who has stuck with me for, well for more years then either of us care to admit, lol.  Any way I sent her  the picture she wanted plus 3 other pictures of me on my bike and she chose I picture of me on a friends bike.  I have to admit that I like the picture she chose.  Also I think I look damn good on this friends bike, hint, hint.... Any way here is the link:http://kansascityonthecheap.com/

Sunday's ride

 I  am working in Boston for the next couple of months, put in to  a state I have never been to before.  First I get to scratch that off my list of states to see and second I get to ride in a area I have never been to. Always a plus to explore a new place. Now before I got here I was talking to a friend back home and told him that my next job would send me to Boston.  His reply was" I would rather have a sun burned dick then go back to Boston"  WOW, now my mind was thinking what the hell am I in for?  Not being a guy I had to only imagine what a sunburned dick would feel like, should I be concerned?  Should I take a bike or should I just run and hide.  All good questions if you ask me.
Now getting there was a long drive but I got to spend a day with a friend that lives in New York and that made the entire trip there worth the long drive.  After leaving my friend and heading the rest of the way to where I will call home for the next few months, I timed my arrival wrong and ended up in rush hour traffic. I know think I know what my friend was referring to... 24 miles took 90 miles to drive, yep I would not like doing that on even a weekly bases yet alone on a daily one. Can we say road rage big time.

So any way, Sunday we get some time and decided to ride up to Laconia.  Not really being into the big bike rally's no more I am just not all that thrilled but a ride, no matter where, is a ride and that is what I love the most in life.  Wooly,I thought had a ride plan, nope he had a direction and no idea how to get there.  So only getting lost once or twice,(by the way you meet the nicest people when lost in America) I finally put to gather a ride plan to get us the rest of the way there.   We rode  through some pretty roads we made our way to lake Winnipesaukee.  Now that was pretty, a bigger lake then what I was expecting and like most lakes has some curves.
When we got to the lake we stopped at a scenic over view to take a picture or two.  We watched a bi plane fly over and as we was playing touron I was trying to get some pictures of the thing because on the wing was written WOW...  Now I never got that picture but got to thinking is that wow or mom?  Yes I know my mind works in mysterious ways,lol.  I did  get  a picture of the plan but I had only taken my small camera and not my big camera the picture is not what I wanted .  Also in my last post I put a picture in and it really did weird things to the post.  So until I figure that one out I will keep the pictures off the postings. Any way  it was a great little ride once we got there and off the interstate.  The people are friendly and very helpful around here  so far no sunburned dick, LMAO...

Before I left the expensive storage locker I took a small bike trip to see friends for Christmas.  Yep here it is June and I am still trying to take care of Christmas from last year.  So Christmas packaged wrapped up with a pretty bow strapped down to the back of the New Wife off Wooly and I  go to deliver package to  said recipients. 
 For a change we was running early so we shot past our meeting place to sneak up behind them when they passed us. We can be sneaky if the mood strikes us...;D  So setting in a little gas station on the side of the interstate a lady starts a conversation with us.   She thought it was great that we was celebrating  Christmas six months early.  I had to explain that we was celebrating six months late, she thought that was odd that we could not get to our friends sooner.  Some times it is just not worth the trouble to explain the circumstances that leave me celebrating such things as Christmas so late...

So today I decided to take Mydol for a spin. It was different almost foreign to me to hop on her, to start her up and to ride her. She is a different girl then the Submarine and there are some things I missed so fast on the Submarine and some things that took me a few miles of putting around on some back roads to remember why I love Mydol.

I only took me to the end of the driveway to remember I have NO MUSIC on Mydol... Not just no I pod, but NOTHING, no radio and no cd player. I guess it is official this makes me a total Yuffie biker now... ( Young urban failure ...LOL )

I can not ride with out music and It only took a few miles to remembered the strange looks I would get from some people. I knew they thought I was crazy when riding on Mydol because I would be signing to myself going down the road, bopping my head around to a beat only I knew or could hear...

I missed my fuel injection at first, I had almost forgot how to turn the gas on. It is automatic when on the Submarine, turn her on and wait for light to go out hit button and the Submarine roars to life. On Mydol you have to choke her when she is cold and let her warm up, yep fuel injection beats calibration hands down. But once Mydol warmed up she ran like a charm, she did not miss a beat and I was proud of her

The most important thing I had forgotten is how Mydol corners and how I can dip her deeper and faster then the Submarine. I know it is the weight difference but Hell me and Mydol could Tango if I so felt like it. Mydol with the smaller frame then the Submarine really makes for a faster ride through the corners and it did not take me long on the lake road to remember how good she handled.. She was always good at racing through some twists and bank's...:D

Not going to be my normal post

So over Memorial weekend I had a tooth problem. I woke up Friday with a swallow jaw and could barely open my mouth. Yes it was a quite weekend here, lol... Called my dentist who was in Telluride Colorado on vacation with her family. She prescribed antibiotics and pain pills. By the way pain pills and wine are a great combination if you ask me. Today went to see dentist, she took ex-rays and sent me off to an oral surgeon to extract and impacted wisdom tooth.

So the joke for today is I am a 45 year old women who is teething and had 1/4 of her wisdom remove...

I guess the first thing I should do is introduce my family to you... Wooly is my better half and and the love of my life. We have rode lots of miles in life and on the road side by side. We raised our children together work together and have spent most of our free time traveling on our bikes together.

We travel all over the country on jobs so we do not get home much so we refer to the house as the expensive storage locker. When we do get home our garage is our favorite thing in this world. It keeps the girls safe and warm and the only reason we have a house, lol...

The girls are our motorcycles, we are not rich but we do love our girls and when you got a couple or more and they are a part of your world, like family so to speak they get named. For ease of remembering we will name them from oldest to newest.

The 1947 FL is the Mistress, cost some big bucks and you only get to play once in awhile....;D We built this bike together with some help from our friends. She had been Wooly dream for, well before me and it was our project in life for a long time.

The 1980 Fx is named Mydol, as you can tell by the name she is mine and not Woolys. She was the first motorcycle I loved. Not the first but the others were not loved just abused and used.

The 1982 FLHS is the First Wife, She has been with Wooly before me or Dew (Woolys daughter) And at this point in time is our rebuild project... More later on this.

The 2003 FLHSTUCI is the New Wife, do you see the pattern here yet, lol...

And last, For now, is 2007 FLHX named the Submarine, she is my tour bike.

So that explains the garage and the girls, we have two daughters both from our first marriages... Kid 1 will rarely be mentioned as she is not really involved in our life at the moment. Dew Woolys daughter is grown and living here dream. She lives in Japan and is a teacher over there.