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