Quiet today

[Gone in 60]

I’ve been on an extended business trip and am away from my two-wheeled children. This is around the time on these trips that Mrs. G starts sending me pictures of what kind of trouble the cats are getting into. Means nothing else tragic or pressing is going on. But no motorcycle stuff happening till I get home some time next week, other than watching my coworkers fettle with their pit scooters and try to one-up each other with new doo-dads. Somehow the idea of spending money on a Ruckus that only gets used nine or ten times a year doesn’t appeal to me, so mine is fairly untouched.
Said coworkers tried to throw me out with the garbage last week for being too crabby to pimp out my scooter. I got out.