Well, temp dropped to -2 C last night. That’s a chilly tent sleep. And two days of rain is forecast so the trip maybe shortened. No fun packing in the rain.
Got a chance to read a few stories and reply to some comments. Feast and pin in the ass are two lasting memories. 🤣
I can’t wait to get home to ride again. Winter is coming. Gotta squeeze in some kilometerage before the snow flies. THAT should be a word.
Ciau for now.
Hey Every-Body,
As per my recent story, I’m being held hostage in the mountains. I haven’t been able to access the forums ‘n stuff for several days until just now. I suspect it has something to do with the imminent changeover.
I’ll get to replies and comment on new stories ASAP. My cap-toors have me busy. Had to start the furnace this morning. Tres chilli. Gotta chop some more wood.
Anyone see the Field of Dreams special the other night?
I only saw the entrance from the cornfields and all the players take the field. Still emotional. Damn music and father/son thingie.
Gotta go. Later…
Anyone else feel there are too many words in the English language and many of those words are redundant?
Now one can argue subtlety is a lost art, but nonetheless, too many words.
Woke at 4:30 am. Could get back to sleep so went for a long highway ride. FYI… A sunny 13 C is much different than an overcast 13 C with 120 kph highway wind AKA traveling speed. After a couple of hours, I needed a hot shower and an even hotter cup of coffee.
I may need to change my Tam’s Comp theme. I too was going the assassin route, but with a different ‘ssassin spin. Surprise. Surprise.
Speaking of too many words, the Olympics has become an event for the recreational woke. Too many events that should not be in the Oly’s. Classic thought has this event celebrating human effort events on the land, in the air, and in the water. The stupid steeplechase, yes, the same damn thing horsies do, manages all three.
Not golf, FFS. Not equestrian. Not synchronized swimming. Not BMX. So many more. And fewer team sports too. Egad. Beach f’n volleyball? Come on!?! I studied and managed this stuff a long while ago. The lobbiests win.
Vent complete.
I’m on it!
Got an idea and everything.
GOLD!!!
Extra time. Penalties. EXTRA penalties.
Gold for Canada!
Not a dry eye in the country. So happy for them.
Eight hours to game time. Put a bow in it. Do it for Sinclair!
Funny thing. Something people don’t talk about when they ride motorcycles - the smells.
Having an unobstructed view is awesome, especially riding in the mountains and through other pretty sceneries. But damn. Some places just reek. Sewage. Asphalt. Bitterness. But fields of flowers, fresh cut grass, falling water of the stream and rainfall variety, and mountain air. Just. Awesome. Definitely not the same experience as driving a car.
Some McD’s decaf cold brew with some ice, sugar, and cream, please. I’m also craving a fish taco with some diced tomatoes, shredded lettuce, a dash of homemade lemon-kissed tartar sauce. Any chance a fella could get one or six?
I haven’t been to a theatre in almost two years. I wanted to see A Quiet Place 2 on the big screen with the big, Crap your pants, jump out of your skin theatre sound system. I then just noticed it’s on Netflix or Prime. Can’t recall which. I have a date with that naughty and gorgeous Emily Blunt tonight. And you know, you just know, she and hubby John role play Mary Poppins as a domme. Ya just know it and I love her even more for it.
Edit Update: Me expects A Quiet Place 3.
They did a really good job. Explained some pre and post-QP 1. But questions have still not been answered, and they should have kept to the invisible Jaws formula. Regardless, still intense.
Hey Martin, get your GBR arse in here! Your mead awaits…