So this will be as boring as Mr Ness' speech class or that blonde twit's health class for those of you that don't live here and ride motorcycles, but hey....you can't have everything (where would you put it?) and eat your cake too.
Friday night (last night) I wanted to go for a short ride to make sure no parts would fall off my newly repaired bike. Most people would ride by solo, as to not endanger others....but I decided to join the CMA club instead....because I knew that some of them were paramedics and they're plenty religious so if I crashed and died I'd get lots of prayers. Plus turns out one of them pretends to be a mechanic, but I didn't know that before I went...
The top pic is what the bike looked like before I took it apart, and the bottom pic is what it looked like apart. Fun stuff.
If you're curious, I serviced the steering head bearings, they go in that black tube in the bottom pic, the left side in the middle. I put on a new front tire, and front brakes. And now it looks like the top pic again.
So...the CMA. Christian Motorcycle Assoc. They ride every Friday evening, meeting at 6:30, riding somewhere and then coming home. Nice people. Very, very nice people....which you'd hope to expect to find in a religious group, right? Note: even though they're nice, they don't hesitate to "take the piss out of a guy"; which is an Andy McNab way of saying "pick on" "heckle" "rib" "poke fun at".
Here's an example. There is a guy, Bob, that rides an older GoldWing with a Voyageur trike kit. He also has a hole in the base of his throat, and uses a gizmo thingy to talk. At DQ, Bob got a shake and had a tremendously hard time getting the lid off. And he also forgot to get a straw. So when he went to get a straw, someone put the lid back on. And then a while later, the guy across the aisle fumbled around with his lid and asked Bob for help to get his lid off. It was pretty funny....you should have been there.
Decent enough route for a short ride, 63 to Hammond, on to Millville, 4 to 60 to 2 to Plainview to DQ, south to 2 to Rochester. Uncle Google will help you with that, if you want to see the route., just google Hammond, MN and you can see the roads once you get the zoom set right.
The problem was: they too slow! I was bored, practically to tears...I was yawning so much. Next time I'll take my mp3 player and make sure I'm ahead of Bob, he was all over the road, way over the center line, onto the shoulder kicking up rocks....someone should knock that fucker in the ditch. I might have, but he said that he likes the sound of my bike....which is something that I can't take any credit for.
Some of the passengers were talking about all the deer that they saw...I didn't see any. I did see a dead bird, a dead racoon and hit a bug with my forehead when he flew into my helmet. I saw some cows, some horses, some eagles, a redwing black bird, and some redneck people. It was a good ride, and I'll join them again.
Friday night (last night) I wanted to go for a short ride to make sure no parts would fall off my newly repaired bike. Most people would ride by solo, as to not endanger others....but I decided to join the CMA club instead....because I knew that some of them were paramedics and they're plenty religious so if I crashed and died I'd get lots of prayers. Plus turns out one of them pretends to be a mechanic, but I didn't know that before I went...
If you're curious, I serviced the steering head bearings, they go in that black tube in the bottom pic, the left side in the middle. I put on a new front tire, and front brakes. And now it looks like the top pic again.
So...the CMA. Christian Motorcycle Assoc. They ride every Friday evening, meeting at 6:30, riding somewhere and then coming home. Nice people. Very, very nice people....which you'd hope to expect to find in a religious group, right? Note: even though they're nice, they don't hesitate to "take the piss out of a guy"; which is an Andy McNab way of saying "pick on" "heckle" "rib" "poke fun at".
Here's an example. There is a guy, Bob, that rides an older GoldWing with a Voyageur trike kit. He also has a hole in the base of his throat, and uses a gizmo thingy to talk. At DQ, Bob got a shake and had a tremendously hard time getting the lid off. And he also forgot to get a straw. So when he went to get a straw, someone put the lid back on. And then a while later, the guy across the aisle fumbled around with his lid and asked Bob for help to get his lid off. It was pretty funny....you should have been there.
Decent enough route for a short ride, 63 to Hammond, on to Millville, 4 to 60 to 2 to Plainview to DQ, south to 2 to Rochester. Uncle Google will help you with that, if you want to see the route., just google Hammond, MN and you can see the roads once you get the zoom set right.
The problem was: they too slow! I was bored, practically to tears...I was yawning so much. Next time I'll take my mp3 player and make sure I'm ahead of Bob, he was all over the road, way over the center line, onto the shoulder kicking up rocks....someone should knock that fucker in the ditch. I might have, but he said that he likes the sound of my bike....which is something that I can't take any credit for.
Some of the passengers were talking about all the deer that they saw...I didn't see any. I did see a dead bird, a dead racoon and hit a bug with my forehead when he flew into my helmet. I saw some cows, some horses, some eagles, a redwing black bird, and some redneck people. It was a good ride, and I'll join them again.
2 comments:
Do you have to ride in the back of the pack because you're the "newbie," or what? And I thought you had a shield for those damned bugs?? I think this will be my reason for not liking to ride.....I don't wanna meet a bug that way. My mouth is open WAY too much (wherever I go) and I don't need to be eating them either!
I asked the leader where I should be in line, and he didn't care. Trikes are "supposed" to be in back, for the reasons I mentioned....over the line, all over the road, slower in corners too. RE bug in the hat...my eye line is above the windshield sometimes they are swept right in. I keep my visor open most of the time.
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