I just got off the phone with my Harley Dealer and my bike will be ready to come out of the shop after work tonight. Now I just have to figure out how to get out of work early and go hang around at the dealership with a forlorn look so that they will hurry up and finish up the work. I'm actually more concerned if the rain will hold off than I am with them hurrying. Better they get it right than go fast and forget something. Once the bike gets home I will finally finish the install of the rider backrest and then I can't think of anything else I need for it. Maybe a little riding around to break in the new pipes but that should be about all.
Blue is at the second stop of his "sojourn" through Florida and will visit the oilfields (beaches) of Pensacola/Panama City to see if the oil soaked pelicans are good to eat. Knowing Blue he will probably lend a hand in cleaning the poor birds up.
Ralph is loading up the truck with "SK" music and I can just hear the two of them singing along with "The Hag" to some forlorn country tune about dogs/trains/mama/drinking etc. Hey, isn't that the ingredients for the perfect country song?
Enough of this;
Ride safe, think sunshine in the northern plains
UPDATE ON THE BIKE
When Jim and I showed up at my Harley Dealer they informed me the bike wasn't quite ready and we'd have to wait about 45 minutes. That was ok so we started looking around at all the "stuff" Harley stores have replaced the corner Hardware as the ultimate "man store". All kinds of shiny chrome stuff sold by buxom young women.
We were enjoying the scenery when the service manager informs me that the bike still isn't done but she's going to give me a loaner for the night so we can get a ride in. It wasn't really necessary but she insisted so I rode off on a 2010 105 cu in Harley Electra Glide Police Model. What a difference that little bit of extra horse power makes. That bike was quick and very responsive. Not a bad ride and they have promised me I'll get mine back tomorrow; all tuned up, washed up, revved up and ready to go. Still anxious to hear those new pipes.
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At a Sablefish reunion several years back, I told the wife of one of my former leading POs that what impressed my upstate New York sensibilities most about her husband back in the day was that he knew all the words to "My Tears Have Washed I Love You From the Blackboard of My Heart" -- and that he sang it all the time.
ReplyDeleteShe said, in a not-too-kindly tone: "He still does."
>>Hey, isn't that the ingredients for the perfect country song?<<
"My Tears Have Washed I Love You From the Blackboard of My Heart"
ReplyDeleteSounds like the chorus from "Thank God and Greyhound you're gone"