Summer #40. Check!
August 15, 2008
It's all about vacation and getting ontoppa junk. So one of the first things I did this summer was buy a motorcycle. Every family should have one. For me, it's a 1984 Moto Guzzi 850 T5. Some call it (No, I'm not gonna call it "her"...it's an it.) the redheaded step child of the Guzzi family. I'd never go and say a thing like that, and besides, it's a great bike. In the background, you'll see John's 1975 T3. Too bad you can hardly see it because it looks great. And his busted Simplicity lawn tractor with the good story...almost as good as mine. And maybe better.
I was at John's because the bike was in Many Apples Many Sodas and he lives in between here and there (two hours on each side). We went and got the bike, I rode it to his place, we hung out in his garage, and I rode it the rest of the way home the next day. Klink's garage is pretty well organized.
Pretty soon thereafter, we went on vacation to an undisclosed location so the paparazzi wouldn't bug us and there were lots of lily pads around. Mysteeeeeerious...
When we got home from vacation, we had to unpack the van. I couldn't help but notice the garage was a complete mess. In fact, it has been becoming more and more of a mess for the past four years. There are boxes in the corners that haven't been touched since 2004.
That's when I decided I needed to clean it. Woke up the next day, ate a Sunday breakfast, went to church (the whole time there are children starving in Africa and the Arctic Ocean is melting), and went outside and cleaned my garage. It took nine hours and boy does it look great. There's even room for a motorcycle.
And if you hadn't noticed, there was an ice cream bucket lid zip-tied to the bike in the first picture. That's where the missing side cover is supposed to go. So about week after I cleaned up the garage, my friend John is visiting from New Mexico and he's a cycle guy, too. In fact, the guzzi was having electical trouble, and John cleaned the ignition while I was at work one day and it works sweet now. No new $30 ignition switch necessary! On top of that, we had a good time that same afternoon creating this new side cover out of an infant boggan. And that's what I did with my 40th summer on planet earth.
ADDENDUM
Spetember 4, 2008 I caught the end of Mr Guiliiani's speech. "Drill, baby, drill!" It's as if they want to make the whole thing into fun. It all looks so surreal to me...the 99% white crowd, the make-up caked on the old ladies, the fat slobs...the whole thing looked like a parody of everything that's gross about our country. And these are the people who are going to lead us to change? THESE are the people who are going to shake up Washington? What makes them so sure they WANT Washington shook up?
All of the half-hearted laughter and the periodic booing... These are the kind of people I avoid. Truthfully, I don't hate them, I feel sorry for them. So fortunate and so unhappy and so angry all at the same time. Yuck.
And then Sarah Palin. The intro...she's anti-this and anti-that and anti-this other thing, and anti-something else! Wow! Now that's the kind of leadership I want. A VP who's opposed to everything and doesn't want to work with anyone. Now that's what I call a uniter! She spent the first half of her speech talking about her beautiful family, and second half bad-mouthing Obama...half of which was totally misconstrued bullshit. And the remarks afterward were politely positive...that speech sucked the bag! It sounded like she was running for class president, fer cryin' out loud! What Sarah Palin is is a pain in the ass. She can get away with saying anything and saying nothing because don't you dare tell her she's full of shit, because if you do, you're making a sexist remark. Egad. Bullshit is bullshit. But I might be wrong...she might shine in the debates, without the teleprompter.
Surely, God was proud of the Republicans last night. They're all going to heaven, after all, because they're not pro-choice.
STRAWBERRY MOON 2008 The Floody Mona Lisa
FLOWER MOON 2008 Organically Speaking
PINK MOON 2008 Oh, the iron(y).
WORM MOON 2008 Reflecting on The Sphere(s)
SNOW MOON 2008 Have I failed?
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