tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22595951630184518772024-03-13T08:59:28.712-05:00Premeditated Livingcpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-16893199554467761762015-09-17T21:16:00.000-05:002015-09-18T14:50:48.298-05:00Signing Off<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There were some strange emotions as I cleaned out Max for the last time. </div>
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I went thru the underseat cargo area, decided what to keep and what not to. It was mostly tools and some accessories. Bungee cords, strap tie downs, duct tape and a road tire repair kit. Most of these tools I kept except for the silly tools, (yes, silly) that Max came with. </div>
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I texted my son in law to see if he would like to have the tire kit and maybe my battery tender. He was interested in both. I told him "They're Yours!"</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The temporary tag when Max was first acquired. Don't ask me why I kept it.</td></tr>
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I also cleaned out the top case. It contained a pair of "not so great" winter gloves, some glove liners, 2 balaclavas, other misc stuff. I decided to donate some of this to a new owner.<br>
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I also had a bag in the garage that had a motorcycle cover. Decided that a new owner could use this as well.</div>
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I also had a notebook with receipts for repairs and accessories that I had bought. I found the receipt for the top case and recalled the day it arrived and I put it on Max. Was a pain in the ass to install, but turned out well. Found the temporary tag from the dealer when first bought. Threw out most of the junk but kept any papers related to the bike itself, the owners manual and a lengthy parts diagram and parts list. Made a note that there are multiple places on the internet where a detailed repair manual could be downloaded for free.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just yesterday This is what I paid for gasoline. When Max was acquired gas was approaching $4/gal and got as high as $4.50/gal. Still, I don't think I ever paid more than $6.00 for a tank of gas.</td></tr>
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Max has a new battery and a new spark plug and all the gear oils have been changed. He's ready to roll except that the carburetor needs some cleaning. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The little cardboard emblem resided under the license plate. I bought it from Aerostich and I was very proud to display on Max.</td></tr>
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1) My helmet. I just might take a ride with my daughter or her husband some day. </div>
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2) My summer weight Aerostich gloves. I literally cannot part with these! Don't ask me why I'm so attached to them. It's illogical! But they're mine and nobody else can have them. </div>
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3)<b> Lots of great memories</b>. Can't adequately describe this. Over 9,000 miles, most of that in first 2 1/2 years. Met some great friends. Two longer trips to Lincoln NE and Topeka KS. </div>
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Ultimately it is health reasons. And no, I'm not dying, but I'm not sure I'm as competent a rider as I was. My reactions aren't as quick and I'm quicker to fatigue. </div>
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And I'm not going to do it if I can't do it right! </div>
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I'm just that way.</div>
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So there you go.</div>
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I tried to sell Max. Didn't work! Not even a bite. There was a story recently about a guy with a young family that had his scooter stolen. Tried to donate Max to him, but I insisted that he have the motorcycle endorsement on his drivers license. He didn't.</div>
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And this may sound a bit like a funeral, but it's not!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So here's a final "wave" from Max and I. </td></tr>
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<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px; widows: auto;">Had some great years with Max! Now it's time for him to find a new friend. I know he'll take good care of that new owner.</span><br>
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Ride On, Max!</div>
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And Ride On, and Carpe Diem, my very very good friends!</div>
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<br>cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-41943154458902948742015-09-06T21:00:00.001-05:002015-09-06T21:01:58.544-05:00Kerouac<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBctnQ4vPTeI80r7q0Q_YG81BMtio-qo4KNxFNgjxG8lFuMq0sXnzt9QZDQWZBt8NQ0XFSeC96j9_2Y4ryOXGZc5a4eRbCNW_gf-HwoYirfZaqKi8CGhI88OT5D5MPbGkgzUcLjxfjrOA/s640/blogger-image--691152255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBctnQ4vPTeI80r7q0Q_YG81BMtio-qo4KNxFNgjxG8lFuMq0sXnzt9QZDQWZBt8NQ0XFSeC96j9_2Y4ryOXGZc5a4eRbCNW_gf-HwoYirfZaqKi8CGhI88OT5D5MPbGkgzUcLjxfjrOA/s640/blogger-image--691152255.jpg"></a></div><br>cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-69593868267193281122015-01-18T16:48:00.004-06:002015-01-18T16:48:54.997-06:00Contrails<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's mid January. Sixty degrees. (Yes, 60)<br />
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Max needed to get out for a run.<br />
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Sky was very clear and blue, marred only by a series of contrails.<br />
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Beautiful !<br />
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Ride on and carpe diem, my friends...<br />
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<br />cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-42217299704491115422015-01-06T18:26:00.001-06:002015-01-06T18:26:28.148-06:00Found on Facebook Thought it was worth a post here.<br />
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Ride on & Carpet Diem, my friends!<br />
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<br />cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-9306855824341596682015-01-02T16:06:00.000-06:002015-01-02T16:06:10.897-06:00Recent Price of GasolineI could hardly believe it.<br />
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And I wish it had been the scooter getting a "Fill Up".<br />
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But it was the Subaru. Ice storm possible tomorrow. Family Rule is to keep the vehicles above 1/2 full in the event of inclement weather. I was just a little below 1/2 when I rolled in to the convenience store this morning.<br />
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I kid you not.<br />
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I was charged the outrageous price of $ 1.67 / gallon.<br />
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Where's the Humanity?<br />
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When I first bought the scooter , you may remember back then. "Dubya" had just managed to implode the economy, gasoline reached a little over $4.00 / gallon.<br />
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I was sure glad I had Max back then.<br />
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Ride On and Carpe Diem, my good friends.<br />
<br />cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-46005060460508480532014-12-21T07:44:00.000-06:002014-12-21T07:46:32.827-06:00Battery AssistanceI've never really used my battery tender in past years. The reason was because I usually rode thru the winter months. Oh, I might miss some days due to snow or extreme cold, but usually not more than 2 weeks or so.<br />
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But I'm not riding much at all right now. There are many reasons, but have also come to the realization that Max is now more of a recreational machine than a daily commuter. That's okay though. Its just that as circumstances have changed, the maintenance needs have also changed.<br />
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I had a Saturday task in the garage repairing a ballast in light fixture. I thought I would at least give Max a start and get his juices flowing a bit. It's been cold lately, but today wasn't bad, temps in the upper 40's, might even go for a short ride.<br />
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Upon turning the starter though, I heard of the very slow groan of a starter that wasn't being supplied with enough juice. Just barely turning over.<br />
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Oh well. Time to get out the battery tender.<br />
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The charger comes with a connection ton the battery that you can actually leave connected to the battery. The other end connects to another cable connected to the charger which is actually plugged in to an AC circuit.<br />
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The connection is very simple with only one small concern on my part. The battery in Max sits under the floor. Somehow the cable would have to "poke out" somewhere out of the floor.<br />
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But it turned out not to be a problem. Connections were accomplished and the red light on the charger showed that everything was working.<br />
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Sunday morning, the light turned green!<br />
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Ride on and Carpet Diem, my good friends.<br />
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And have a Happy Holidays while you are at it!<br />
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<br />cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-55451265176001786312014-11-26T09:35:00.001-06:002014-11-26T09:35:32.495-06:00A Thanksgiving RemembranceThis is just a link to something I wrote a few years ago about the Holiday Season and a particular story from a Native American viewpoint.<br />
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It is actually my most viewed single blog posting (by far).<br />
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Hope you enjoy if you're reading it for the first time.<br />
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Hope you have a fond memory if you have read it before.<br />
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Carpe Diem my good friends!cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-5076122852756977872014-11-01T17:34:00.000-05:002014-11-01T17:34:30.174-05:00A Wise Man Once Said....Embarrassingly, I had not even started Max for about 4 months.<div>
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cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-90246682221401805852014-06-07T23:13:00.001-05:002014-06-07T23:13:09.990-05:00This bothers meI went to pick up some Korean food for dinner tonight and saw this bike parked on a sidewalk. <div><br></div><div>Good grief! Does the world owe this person some kind of favor! I can't park a car where he did. And I wouldn't park Max there either.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TfNM_eycU6i6T6WH9D7KP6hbJywfMm2MRYRGmH4ZgHBeEWrUrZiMdWsgr3_VgLzo9lwt1auPJsSdRmakXmD2IHoPUVYpOalEQQ9Vt_mI-JiJVRcCFv2GU2wXvspOTwVL13EzshKKYjk/s640/blogger-image-1288226389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TfNM_eycU6i6T6WH9D7KP6hbJywfMm2MRYRGmH4ZgHBeEWrUrZiMdWsgr3_VgLzo9lwt1auPJsSdRmakXmD2IHoPUVYpOalEQQ9Vt_mI-JiJVRcCFv2GU2wXvspOTwVL13EzshKKYjk/s640/blogger-image-1288226389.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It's wrong. It's rude. And I think people will react negatively to bikers in general.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Ironically, probably about 30 yards away is a covered parking garage with designated motorcycle parking available. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Maybe this person can't walk that far but I doubt that. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It just bugs me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Ride on and Carpe Diem my good friends.</span></div>cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-12561454750802215232014-05-15T14:51:00.000-05:002014-05-15T14:52:43.593-05:00Entertaining a Question:<b>The Decision to Ride</b><br />
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<b>To Ride Or Not to Ride</b><br />
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I used to write about this question occasionally, but usually the subject concerned the weather. Was it going to be smart to ride in today's weather. Sometimes I'd be mad because I missed a day of riding because I thought the weather would be bad, but turned out not to be so, or vice versa.<br />
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But today I'm actually contemplating something different<br />
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In other words, I'm beginning to question whether it is smart for me to ride at all given my health condition.<br />
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<b>Like Hamlet, Here's the Rub,</b><br />
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You may not be aware, You may not care, but there are some subtle and sometimes wicked after-effects that result from a cardiac arrest.You might think that it's all about the heart, but the brain can be also affected by a cardiac arrest. A lack of fresh oxygenated blood to the brain during the arrest can cause a lot of symptoms such as memory loss and coordination problems including the ability to perform very basic functions. Some of these symptoms are severe, some minor.<br />
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I believe I am continuing to experience some symptoms of brain anoxia (lack of oxygen) that occurred during my cardiac arrest. In my case, it's not extremely serious. I function just fine, most of the time. But 3 1/2 years later, I still have some minor symptoms, and they do not appear to be going away. I believe some of these symptoms affect my ability to effectively operate a 2 wheeled motorized vehicle. I say "might" because most of the time I think I am just as competent as before. But other times I know that I am not as alert, mentally, as I should be. I am afraid that I might not be able to recognize and react as quickly as I should to certain situations that could be encountered on the road.<br />
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It's a bit difficult to think about it.<br />
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I hadn't ridden in about 6 weeks. But 2 days ago I started Max, expecting him to balk a bit because it had been a few weeks since I had even started him. Of course, he started right up on the first touch of the starter. What a good friend he is. And I've ridden the last couple of days to work with no incidents, even got a couple of nice waves from other riders yesterday. Weather has been spectacular. Upper 40's in the morning, maybe a bit cool, but about 70 for the ride home.<br />
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It's nice to be riding again.<br />
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But in the back of my mind I'm beginning to wonder......<br />
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I know one thing.... A long day ride, hours long, is probably out of the question. I don't have the stamina, mentally, to do it anymore. So short trips it will have to be. My romantic dreams of long distance motorcycle touring are probably gone.<br />
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I'm not selling Max, at least not yet. It will still be fun to take some fun rides here and there. And when I don't think I can safely accomplish that, well another decision might have to be made. I'm not there yet.</div>
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<b>Ride On and Carpe Diem,my good friends,</b><br />
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And if by chance someday that I decide to cease my riding on,,,,,<br />
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You see, the tires on this old mountain bike were the original tires that came with the bike. And I can't even tell you how old the bike is, for sure. But, I'm thinking it's about 20 years old, early 90's era. It was time to replace the tires. </div>
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The other advantage for road riding is that these tires are capable of higher psi's, up to 80 psi. I had been running 40-45 psi, even a little less if I was on a trail. I can still dial down the psi for a trail, but the higher psi will be an advantage for the road. Again, less "<b>rolling resistance</b>".</div>
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It was almost dark when I finished up, so I just did a quick spin down the street and back to check out the ride. Felt good! Will do a longer ride this next weekend, and hopefully some longer rides next week. Tax season is almost over and I'm hoping to do some riding (motorized and non-motorized) next week after the 15th of April.<br />
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I've been needing to get more exercise. Its been hard the last few months. Really cold weather. And I've put on a little weight this year. I need to get rid of some of it.</div>
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And I've spent a lot of time at the desk at work lately. Really busy at the office? Its that time of year for me. But I felt the need to get outside, maybe raise the heart rate a little bit. Blast out a few cobwebs from the body.</div>
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So on a beautiful Sunday morning I took out on Bruiser, my trusty and faithful mountain bike. Pumped up the tires, and headed out.</div>
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It was a windy day. Wind advisories were posted for strong winds from the south? But, not much of a surprise there. After all, the word Kansas means people of the south wind. Correctly described, at least in the springtime.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Now, the smart thing to do, when on a bicycle in windy weather is to first head out against the wind, while you are fresh, then as you ride back home, you will be able to ride with the wind.<div>
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First I headed north. I know, wrong way, but there actually was a plan. The bulk of the ride would be either east or west, and the plan was to finish up going north.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I thought it would be easier to ride south through a neighborhood, protected from the wind by houses and trees, and I had a particular neighborhood in mind.</div>
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It was still slow going, curvy streets and pathways, but the effect of the wind was lessened.</div>
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cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-19932877147736057742014-03-13T10:03:00.001-05:002014-03-13T10:03:56.574-05:00Man, There's a Lot of Sand Out There!With some of the snows we had this winter, the city/county authorities used sand instead of salt solutions because the temperatures were too cold for the salt to work well. <br />
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At least that is the reason they gave.<br />
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All I know is that at almost every corner or intersection there is a buildup of sand. And we know how dangerous that can be to 2 wheeled riders.<br />
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I'm here to remind you that it is not just the wheels of your vehicle that you need to worry about. <br />
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Ride Safe and Carpe Diem , my good friends.cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-18014061908767344562014-03-04T23:14:00.001-06:002014-03-04T23:14:47.472-06:00Sometimes it's the little things....<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">That can turn a day around.</span></div><div><br></div><div>I really wish I was more eloquent with words. Sometimes I wonder if Mrs Bakalar, a memorable and inspiring English teacher I had in High School, would be impressed with anything I jot down these days. Then again it may not really matter that much in the grand scheme of things. Frankly, in a way, I write for my own sanity. Not sure if I give a damn what anybody else thinks. So there!</div><div><br></div><div>So let's see how eloquent (or not) I can be. </div><div><br></div><div>Last couple of days have been a bit crappy. Really busy at work. Lots of stress. A couple of demanding clients. Feeling a bit unsure of my abilities. Venturing a bit into areas of tax law that I'm not as immediately familiar with. Piles of paperwork getting even bigger. Having to perform a few work duties that I really don't enjoy. Get the idea?</div><div><br></div><div>And it can be hard sometimes to overcome feeling sorry for yourself. You just want everyone to go away and leave you alone. You feel like you have to carry all the burdens upon your shoulders. And you're 57 years old now. You're pretty darn smart, and you're good at what you do, but you just can't quite carry the loads you used to. </div><div><br></div><div>And in reality, I'm starting to realize that it's all just so much bull$hit! I don't want to carry all those loads I used to, and maybe that's okay!</div><div><br></div><div>So here's something to ponder.</div><div><br></div><div>I get home and there is this lovely woman who shares her life with me. It's been a crappy day, we're both tired and hungry, but she manages to make the time to cook up some dinner. And she puts that extra special touch of her love into it. And it is delicious. And I tell her so. </div><div><br></div><div>We watch a little television together. We don't even say very much to each other because of fatigue, but we share the enjoyment of just being so utterly comfortable with each other. Thirty five years together can do that. </div><div><br></div><div>Then later that evening I take our dog (and our cat) for a little walk. Not far, mind you. We had snow 2 days ago. It's not frigid, but cold outside. Heavy coat, hat and gloves are advisable, although the canine and the feline seem readily adapted to almost any kind of weather. </div><div><br></div><div>But here's the thing. We are outside. In the elements. All of our senses are tuned in to the surroundings. We see the moon shrouded in some thin clouds. We smell smoke from some of the fireplaces in the neighborhood. We hear some dogs bark as we go by a house. We can sense that they are upset that they are confined to a back yard while the 3 of us get to roam freely. We feel the cold air on our faces, the snow on some paws.</div><div><br></div><div>It's life! It's real and it's exhilarating!</div><div><br></div><div>What happens at the office isn't!</div><div><br></div><div>We're out there experiencing the world. The cell phone isn't ringing or buzzing. Nobody cares about money in the bank or taxes that need to be paid.</div><div><br></div><div>And by the time we arrived back home, the day didn't seem so crappy. Didn't feel so inadequate. I forgot for awhile about some of the perceived demands and responsibilities in my life.</div><div><br></div><div>And I reminded myself that I'm okay, just as I am. </div><div><br></div><div>I am enough! </div><div><br></div><div>And so is Jayna, the woman that means so much to me. And so is Sophie (the dog) and Moe (the cat). Even Jake (another cat) is okay. He even jumped into my lap to help as I was tapping out these thoughts on the iPhone. Hard to beat a kitty on your lap, unless you don't like cats.</div><div><br></div><div>And I don't know for sure, but I'm sure that there's not a lot to be impressed with in this feeble little exercise from a vocabulary or grammatical standpoint......</div><div><br></div><div>But somehow I think Mrs Bakalar would say that it's just okay. </div><div><br></div><div>Overall, this turned out to be a pretty decent day. All because of some of those little things.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-11978206626018649412014-02-16T11:22:00.001-06:002014-02-16T11:22:57.697-06:00Another Pet Peeve: Turn Signals<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Maybe I'm just feeling bitchy today, but am I right or not...?</span></div><div><br></div><div>The purpose of a turn signal is let let other people know what you intend to do. Right?</div><div><br></div><div>We all see people that don't use turn signals at all. Encountered a Miata that performed this stunt today. Thoroughly pisses me off! You?</div><div><br></div><div>Then there's another one I had just this morning. Someone in a Toyota Highlander makes a lane change into my lane right in front of me. I saw one flash of the turn signal (just one) and that was just before the person finished the lane change.</div><div><br></div><div>What's up with that? Huh?</div><div><br></div><div>What possible good does that do?</div><div><br></div><div>Ahh, nobody was really in any danger, but really, </div><div><br></div><div>And I don't care if you are in a car, a truck, a motorcycle, a bicycle or in a space ship. You better be friggin' using that turn signal .....</div><div><br></div><div>So I don't have to 'guess' what the frack you are up to! </div><div><br></div><div>There's enough other "stuff" out there on the roads to watch out for not to have to be messin' with trying to figure out what some other dolt is doing. </div><div><br></div><div>Isn't that the point?</div><div><br></div><div>Comment me if I'm wrong.</div><div><br></div><div>And BTW, get off your damn cell phone while you are driving!</div><div><br></div><div>Man, I am bitchy today!</div><div><br></div><div>Ride On and Carpe Diem, my good, good friends!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-28494809099804372432014-02-08T17:18:00.001-06:002014-02-08T17:18:47.789-06:00Really Different 2WD Electric & Diesel Scooter<div>Check this out:</div><div><br></div><a href="http://gizmodo.com/this-diesel-powered-scooter-packs-more-utility-than-a-s-1518662154">http://gizmodo.com/this-diesel-powered-scooter-packs-more-utility-than-a-s-1518662154</a><div><br></div><div>Ride On and Carpe Diem, my good friends!</div>cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-50968882953871475172014-02-05T08:02:00.001-06:002014-02-05T08:08:10.672-06:00Fortitude on Two WheelsThis photo was on the from page of the paper today.<br />
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cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-409292403247682922014-02-03T20:57:00.001-06:002014-02-03T20:57:06.166-06:00Won't do any good to complainThis time tomorrow there may be 8-10 inches if snow on the ground. Not that it's really any worse than it is now. For, you see, we've had ice on the ground for the last 3 days. Neither condition is conducive to much riding, like none at all.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6g1HXWH-Fz4NthFOMc82A4N-Er2wfkOMl-9CMkDBDOYjdupIGyBoQRSGJfAQWPt4jL06KCz9Um7472pH3P5Fl9iNUBJWfgKmETOxkCZ8PZOD-woQQfDSpsLlYllHtfjGiJNGpuJcsYIg/s640/blogger-image-2021343983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6g1HXWH-Fz4NthFOMc82A4N-Er2wfkOMl-9CMkDBDOYjdupIGyBoQRSGJfAQWPt4jL06KCz9Um7472pH3P5Fl9iNUBJWfgKmETOxkCZ8PZOD-woQQfDSpsLlYllHtfjGiJNGpuJcsYIg/s640/blogger-image-2021343983.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Max is safely covered in the garage beneath the Jayhawk flag. Hasn't moved for almost a month now. Besides the snow and ice, it has just been very cold here. Now I don't mind cold weather generally. Temperatures in the 20's are tolerable for awhile. But we've had a lot of days colder than that recently and the forecast for the next week isn't particularly exciting for riding weather. </div><div><br></div><div>So I remain mostly patient. Mostly. But the patience is wearing a bit thin. Oh well, it can't last forever. At least Max is in the garage. That yellow Harley is outside and hasn't moved an inch. Wonder what it will look like with 10 inches of snow on it.</div><div><br></div><div>I'll keep reminding myself that patience is a virtue. </div><div><br></div><div>Ride On and Carpe Diem, my good friends!</div>cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-34178737436259964802014-01-15T11:07:00.002-06:002014-01-15T11:07:28.063-06:00Feelin' sorry for a HarleyNear my home resides a Harley. I walk by the home of this bike every other day or so when I'm walking the dog (and the cat).<br />
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I feel sorry for this bike. It is a very nice yellow in color. I'm sorry that I don't know more about Harleys to even know the exact model. It's big (to me), but not as big as many Harleys. And its a really nice looking bike! Sort of a basic cruiser, but a very nice looking bike.<br />
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The bike has been parked right up next to the garage in this driveway for about 4 months now and hasn't been moved. Not even an inch.<br />
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Why doesn't the owner move it into the garage? No clue here.<br />
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If I were that Harley, you can bet I'd be pissed! <br />
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Even just a little bit of TLC would be nice. In this case there has been none.<br />
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So, my response to this is that I'm going to remember to give a little love to Max, my friend on the road. <strong><em>After all, if you don't take care of your bike, how can you expect it to take care of you?</em></strong><br />
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This is a Monday evening. December 23rd. It snowed about 3 inches two days ago. It's cold! Very cold. The Weatherbug app on my iPhone said it was 15 degrees (-10 C) outside.
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<pre wrap="">It used to piss me off if Moe went with us on our nightly walk. You see, it's like this:
Walking with Sophie is fun. Like all dogs, she loves to be with us. She'll do our pace, ie that pace determined by the human. Do it gladly, unquestionably. Frequently glancing up at you to see if she is making you happy. She rarely disappoints. That's just her nature.
Moe is totally different. He has his own pace to life. And like most cats, sometimes he doesn't care about your pace, your desires or your happiness, well, you get the idea.
You sort of have to be a bit patient with Moe when you take him for a walk. He has his own agenda. He'll lag behind a bit, then catch up and "buzz" by you, showing off. He is, sometimes a bit aloof, but he's not ungrateful, he shows his affection frequently, but it's on his own terms.
Sophie likes to stop and smell interesting things. I don't always understand the why or the what of the smells she finds, but I let her indulge. Moe, interestingly, stops to investigate things also. Maybe not smells, not sure what the heck it is, and he takes a bit longer sometimes. After all, he is a cat. And, well....
It used to infuriate me when Moe would lag behind and make everybody wait on him. It's like, "I'm supposed to be in charge here, you need to follow my direction, do what I want you to do. Quit screwing around and let's make some tracks".
But then, somewhere along the line, I decided that maybe, just maybe, Moe might have a better idea.
Maybe it's a Carpe Diem type of thing. Maybe it is Moe's way of seizing the moment. Stopping to smell the roses? Could that be?
Who knows.
But I was thinking as we walked, that there were 3 very distinct personalities on the trek, this cold and cloudy night. Me, the human, had the leash and a flashlight, supposedly in charge, Sophie with her eager smiling face constantly observing, smelling, sensing, exceedingly happy just to be outside doing something with the rest of us, and then Moe, also very alert and observant, but with a very different goal. Not that I had any kind of clue what Moe's goal was. But then, who am I to judge. I despise people that judge others, for whatever reason. I don't even feel like I should judge animals like Sophie or Moe. I don't know what it's really like to be a cat or a dog or a buffalo or ....
But I don't always end each post of this blog with the phrase "Carpe Diem" for no reason whatsoever. You see, I really feel like each day is a gift of some sort. If you live to be 70 years old then there should be 25,550 daily opportunities for Carpe Diem. I think we ought to seize as many as we can. I bet we've all missed a few.
And to me, Carpe Diem can take various forms. Tonight as we walked, and Moe made us wait up for him for a few minutes, Sophie and I "seized" the opportunity to look around, see the sights, really take the opportunity to observe. We looked at the tire tracks in the snow, saw many Christmas light decorations, smelled aromas from neighborhood fireplaces, heard the sounds of the wind in the trees, etc.
We stopped. We waited. Instead of exerting effort at enforcing our will upon others, we paused and let, in effect, others dictate upcoming events. I'm not necessarily some sort of control freak, but I'm very used to organizing my own life. I'm not always, personally, comfortable with just "going along for the ride".
But I'm convinced that there is something to just letting life happen. You get to experience lots of very interesting sights, sounds, smells, emotions, etc, that you just might otherwise miss if you are constantly busy organizing your own destiny.
So, my resolution for the new year is to let it happen. More and more.
<b>An extra special Happy New Year and Carpe Diem, my good friends.</b>
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cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-54621962633067973632013-12-25T12:11:00.001-06:002013-12-25T12:11:25.249-06:00Santa KnewRemember that little problem I was having a couple of months ago about the filler hole for Max's gear oil?<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwwCaLzR6y1NJuk-rI6iTzPEQ4F-eka0llB4JR8T2DA8J6dxGkvOfCLgwSBqYlI9kGtVl-W4oJVTWoFVzzDLZk__uChnpC7mYkEpoHlW2tMx_YhMje9Muao25Lx4uMo5fEUBY7mugtU8/s640/blogger-image-821812614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwwCaLzR6y1NJuk-rI6iTzPEQ4F-eka0llB4JR8T2DA8J6dxGkvOfCLgwSBqYlI9kGtVl-W4oJVTWoFVzzDLZk__uChnpC7mYkEpoHlW2tMx_YhMje9Muao25Lx4uMo5fEUBY7mugtU8/s640/blogger-image-821812614.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Oh, and by the way, Santa also got me a BMW for Christmas.</div><div><br></div><div>Ride On and Carpe Diem my good friends!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-81488986209906590692013-12-21T17:56:00.001-06:002013-12-21T18:03:13.118-06:00A Sidecar from FinlandMy brother has lived in Finland for many years.<br />
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cpa3485http://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2259595163018451877.post-18473388283387148932013-12-16T10:00:00.002-06:002013-12-16T10:00:51.283-06:00Buff or Balaclava On a cold day I frequently fight a cold neck. I have a balaclava that I have frequently used to protect my head from cold winds. At times I have also used a bandanna.<br />
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