05-03-2026, 04:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-03-2026, 04:04 PM by Gone in 60.)
On Friday night, I brought my CB1100 home from Mom's, and came back yesterday evening on Superbird to stay overnight, watch her for today and make sure her cadre of friends are at the ready to take over monitoring her recovery for the week. If you think Northern California gas prices are high, try San Diego. I'm just glad Superbird is averaging 61 mpg.
By the way, Mom kicked me out at 11:00 this morning and demanded that I go enjoy the rest of the weekend. On the way home, her friend up the street called me... she's the ring leader, giving me the full rundown of who will be visiting Mom during the week. And, I'm sure each of them will be kicked out as well, as Mom insists she's fine.
... And, on the way home from Mom's my good friend, who has been keeping my Enfield Interceptor in his garage since I started the Blood Bike job, demanded that I come over for dinner tonight, and to pay him the rental fee for bike storage.
I picked up the rental fee and put it in the fridge for dinner later.
By the way, Mom kicked me out at 11:00 this morning and demanded that I go enjoy the rest of the weekend. On the way home, her friend up the street called me... she's the ring leader, giving me the full rundown of who will be visiting Mom during the week. And, I'm sure each of them will be kicked out as well, as Mom insists she's fine.
... And, on the way home from Mom's my good friend, who has been keeping my Enfield Interceptor in his garage since I started the Blood Bike job, demanded that I come over for dinner tonight, and to pay him the rental fee for bike storage.
I picked up the rental fee and put it in the fridge for dinner later.
You know what? I actually would like a pickle.