I haven't posted much motorcycle stuff lately. Last week I went for a little ride. I had a location in mind, for a fellow blogger. Something I stumbled across a couple years ago, but the last time I checked the spot was empty. On this day I hit pay dirt. The flamingos are back! These are for Keith of Twists and Leanings. Can't really top the flamingo lady, but it was nice to see these guys back and congregating at their favorite crossing!
You know that weather report that can't decide if it's going to be mostly dry on Saturday, or rainy? Well, it's gonna rain. I washed the bike today. As I type, Sam is in the driveway blissfully soaking up the sunshine, and working on her tan. Well, she's soaking up the sunshine anyway. I guess she deserves a little sunbathing. This was her commute this week.
|and to emphasize...it was a rainin'|
Okay, back on topic...
Once upon a time I liked to wash my car. I pulled on cutoffs, cranked up the cassette player, Aerosmith will due nicely, and set upon the car with soap and water. I actually thought this was fun. At some point in my life the appeal of car washing faded, and I figured out I could take the car to the car wash, that I didn't need to do all this work myself.
No music today, except the sweet sound of a bike being ridden somewhere in the neighborhood. No better music than that. It's kind of fun to wash the green parts. There is reward there. Black parts, not so much. I remembered the mirrors this time...but forgot the handguards. I didn't wash the wheels. They're black, it won't matter.
|Clean bike (sort of). Look fast, cuz clean and shiny won't last|
So again, sorry about the rain tomorrow.