Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Fish Story


Fishing has been pretty good around here, at least for those that have time to go. I find I'm wasting way too much time at work. On the other hand, the boy is not as encumbered. He's spending a lot of time on the river and has reported some impressive catches. The photo above is from a couple of weeks ago and I asked him why he didn't bring it home for the old man to eat. He looked at me kind of funny and said it’d be like eating your Labrador Retriever. Hell, I was just kidding anyway and I'm not that hungry. Reminds me of the story of the guy up in Alaska who got caught by the game warden, hunting loons. The rabbit sheriff asks him why he was shooting birds that had endangered status and were supposed to be protected. The guy explained that he and his family were just plain hungry and the loons were the only game he could find at this time in his part of the frozen north. The warden thought about it for a minute or two, and then decided that he couldn't bring himself to prosecute the guy. He told him this, but said he should refrain from any further loon extermination. The guy was happy to be out of trouble and not looking at jail time or a fine and thanked the lawman. As he was about to return to his warm truck and drive away, the game warden turned to the guy and said he was curious, just what does loon taste like, anyway? The guy thought about it and finally replied, "Ah,'bout like Bald Eagle"

Hungry is hungry, I guess. It was a nice fish at 7.2lbs, but would probally taste like Catfish.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

National Pride


Dustin up amoung the big rocks



The Guru taking a tight turn over some slick roots


I made a quick run down to the Trials Training Center for the second round of the NATC at the site this weekend. My camera is a piece of crap, but I managed to get a couple of shots of the Guru and Hockey Boy representing ITSA as they battled the really tough terrain and the other riders. They did us proud.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

PWA Unplugged




Caught my good buddy Peewee picking on the back porch on a recent visit to the post office. It was a nice way to start the day, for both of us.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Sea Legs



Me and Mennonite Mike just returned from a 3-day tour of the most twisted pieces of the asphalt jungle we could find in a 3-state radius of home. Here’s a shot that was taken on the Dragons Tail of the two of us (just before Malcolm dipped a knee to the pavement). We had a great time (of course) and saw some fine roads along the way. As I sit here in my recliner writing this, I feel the chair leaning left and then right under me.

Friday, June 12, 2009

"Buy Me Some Peanuts and Cracker Jack......"



On June 12, 1976, my brother Joe stood beside me as I took the hand of the love of my life. The ceremony was over at around 2:00 and that was good, because I was coaching a little league team (of kids not that much younger than my new wife) that had a game beginning at 4. Well, we had that game and many more over the course of the next 33 years. Some of them were close and some were near misses, but overall I’ve managed to stay on top of the most important of them. Not surprising when you consider that I led off with the biggest homerun of my life. I love you Tammy

Monday, June 08, 2009

The Fresh Mennonite of No Hair


Big weekend, this past. Great time was had by all at LEOR and the first two rounds of the ITSA North American championship series. Here you see Mennonite Mike warming up before the rider’s meeting for the Sunday round. Looks like the practice was doing some good, huh?

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

More Than Just A Trace of Fun


Here’s my hero Sam, giving life lessons to Peewee and Mennonite Mike in front of Malcolm’s beautiful blue SV.

This past Saturday I made my way to the Loveless CafĂ©, for breakfast and a motorbike ride with three of my favorite folks. There’s access to the Natchez Trace Parkway right outside the front door of that place, so we hit that thing like there was free watermelon waiting at the end. It was an interesting day and at one point even stumbled upon a small community car/tractor show. The folks there were apparently only expecting local patronage, because they literally ran down to meet us as we were climbing off our scooters. What a friendly place that was. There were some pretty good looking cars there, along with some pretty strange little tractors. Good food too, and at least one pissing frog that Mennonite Mike irritated into reacting with poor social behavior. I think it was something of a Hate Crime, but I can’t be sure because the frog croaked soon after. Maybe more later, but suffice it to say that it was a pretty good adventure. We had a good time.