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
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