Day Eighty Three & Weekend Update

Friday we meandered up to Daytona Beach for the Biketoberfest activities.  The weather was perfect and it actually felt a bit chilly at times, it's been a long time since that's happened around here.  We took the long road and stopped at the Osteen Diner for a breakfast sandwich and coffee. The place was packed with folks who apparently had the same idea.  We were the odd balls riding BMW's, everyone else had the standard leather vest and straight piped Harley's.
  From there we headed to Speedway Blvd, and out to the BMW dealership, which is just over the bridge from Main Street.  After scoping out all the new bikes there we crossed the bridge and found a parking spot.  Strolling down Main Street is where you get the real feel of this event.  It seemed pretty mild on Friday, but there are times when it looks like a real freak show.  You can tell the condition of the economy by the number of old sea hags dressed in body webs.  Needless to say, the leading economic indicator was way down this year.
   We headed for home pretty early in the afternoon, while we still had the strength.  It was an overall great day to be out in the wind.  We made it home safely with a minor sun burn as our only injury.
   Saturday Guitar Bob Bronar and I played at the Old Florida Days at Erna Nixon Park in Melbourne, and we managed to have a good time.  A woman and her husband approached us after we had finished playing to say they really liked our stuff.  Turns out she is a published author who writes romance novels for Harlequin and thought one of my tunes would be great for a book trailer of her upcoming book.  It would sure be my #1 claim to fame if it were to actually transpire.   They bought a few CD's and we exchanged cards.  I'm sure we'll see them again.  Who knows, her next story might be about about a hunky folk singer who gets abducted by a spaceship full of hot looking alien women!  I can't wait to see how it ends.
  Until tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom:
 
Don't skinny dip with snapping turtles.

Day Eighty Two

I'm doing my best not to become a Facebook slut, you know the type.  The hourly updates just to say they're having there morning coffee and an english muffin.   Then an hour later they report that the sun looks really bright today.  Look what Al Gore has done to us!  The internet, it's not for everyone.
   It looks like tomorrow is the day to ride to Daytona Beach for the annual Biketoberfest.  We'll probably meander up the back roads and take in the cool country air.  It should be fun if for no other reason than to put some miles on the rocket bike.  I'll do my best not to come home with a new tattoo, I'm sure my fear of commitment will work in my favor on this one.  I've thought about it, and I really can't think of anything I'd like to have permanently inscribed on my body.  I've seen to many grannies with tinkerbell on their ankles to think that would be a good idea.  No telling what else is going on under those moo moos!
   Until tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom:

Once you've outgrown the sand box, everything else is a scam.
    My Accountant

Day Eighty

Not much to report today, I've been working for the past couple of weeks in my official position of cabinet maker.   I've got a couple of jobs going on right now and a big job coming up for the first of the year.  After that I may slip back into semi-retirement.  At least I'm hoping!
   This week is Biketoberfest up in Daytona Beach, I'm hoping to slip off for at least a day ride up to crazy town.  There are always some interesting looking people wandering around up there, and the weather has been just beautiful for a ride.  It's always better to go during the week when the place is not at full throttle and you can drive down Main Street without overheating.  If I get up there, I'll give a full report on the insanity factor and cole slaw wrestling!
  Until Tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom:

 There are drunk bikers. There are old bikers. There are NO old, drunk bikers.