Yesterday, 09:38 AM
What did I do with my CB1100? Didn't ride it, but patted its mirror and said I missed it, and that it would be coming home soon.
Visited Mom yesterday. Mrs. G made us a wonderful lunch, and then we set about our tasks. I had ideas of riding down on either Super Bird or the Enfield and swapping for my CB1100 that's been napping in Mom's garage for a while, but we had lots of chores to do on the way down to her place that would have made it a bit challenging to go separately. Mom visits always keep us busy. Mrs. has plenty of gardening to do for the stuff Mom finds challenging these days, and I do whatever house or car repairs are necessary.
This time, talking with Mom, it sounded like all I'd need to do was change out a dead garden light. Easy enough. I brought a new light with us and budgeted ten minutes, an easy swap. I keep gear in the bedroom closet, so the hope was to get out on the CB for a ride a bit south to get some mural photos in Encinitas, a beach town just further south. I could be back before Mrs. G was hosing off her garden trowel.
That is until I did my two "walk-arounds". I always walk around Mom's car to check for anything weird and check the tires, fluids and lights, and walk around the house just in case... and in this case, "Mom, how long has this damp spot been here down the side of the house?"
Some quick digging revealed a cracked sprinkler pipe. No problem. I could dig through my collection of PVC in the garage, and of course, don't have that one. 15 minutes tops, and I'll be riding.
You know those projects that look so stupidly easy, that turn into two trips to Home Depot? Frustration grew but I still had time. Till my phone buzzed pulling back into the driveway on that second trip. It was my boss at the Petersen. Odd that he'd be contacting me on a Sunday, when I work Saturdays, but I'd have to tell him sorry, no way I could come in today. Unfortunately, he wasn't looking to cover a tour. He was letting me know that one of my Saturday colleagues had suddenly passed away. I get laser-focused on any project I'm working on, especially if I have plans to something right after that project. But I just went through the motions of finishing the pipe repair and filling in the dirt. I thought maybe a ride would be just the thing for me, but I couldn't put a single straight thought into my head and decided that it just wasn't the time. Still processing and digesting. The CB and the photo challenge will have to take a pass for now.
Visited Mom yesterday. Mrs. G made us a wonderful lunch, and then we set about our tasks. I had ideas of riding down on either Super Bird or the Enfield and swapping for my CB1100 that's been napping in Mom's garage for a while, but we had lots of chores to do on the way down to her place that would have made it a bit challenging to go separately. Mom visits always keep us busy. Mrs. has plenty of gardening to do for the stuff Mom finds challenging these days, and I do whatever house or car repairs are necessary.
This time, talking with Mom, it sounded like all I'd need to do was change out a dead garden light. Easy enough. I brought a new light with us and budgeted ten minutes, an easy swap. I keep gear in the bedroom closet, so the hope was to get out on the CB for a ride a bit south to get some mural photos in Encinitas, a beach town just further south. I could be back before Mrs. G was hosing off her garden trowel.
That is until I did my two "walk-arounds". I always walk around Mom's car to check for anything weird and check the tires, fluids and lights, and walk around the house just in case... and in this case, "Mom, how long has this damp spot been here down the side of the house?"
Some quick digging revealed a cracked sprinkler pipe. No problem. I could dig through my collection of PVC in the garage, and of course, don't have that one. 15 minutes tops, and I'll be riding.
You know those projects that look so stupidly easy, that turn into two trips to Home Depot? Frustration grew but I still had time. Till my phone buzzed pulling back into the driveway on that second trip. It was my boss at the Petersen. Odd that he'd be contacting me on a Sunday, when I work Saturdays, but I'd have to tell him sorry, no way I could come in today. Unfortunately, he wasn't looking to cover a tour. He was letting me know that one of my Saturday colleagues had suddenly passed away. I get laser-focused on any project I'm working on, especially if I have plans to something right after that project. But I just went through the motions of finishing the pipe repair and filling in the dirt. I thought maybe a ride would be just the thing for me, but I couldn't put a single straight thought into my head and decided that it just wasn't the time. Still processing and digesting. The CB and the photo challenge will have to take a pass for now.
You know what? I actually would like a pickle.