Stolen and slo!!!!!!

stolen and slow

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that’s me at the Advanced Riders Course at Dakota County Technical Center (completely forgetting everything i did on skyline/la honda/highway 1, etc. etc. ). I felt like a complete doofus, but then again, I was also stricken by self-hating PMS squirts and it was super hot. The only other chick there was.. well, let’s say she looked pretty good on her bike, but she ran me off the course by passing me in a corner and proceeded to drive into the grass. Of course, being a crash magnet, I followed and … crashed! Huh. How about that. Claimed that she was going too fast, and not passing me as her excuse for bailing. Went out again because the fabulous and dreamy instructor, Steve Bauman zen’d me into it and to my delight stuck around long enough to see the girl take a nice low side into the same curve and, i think, because I wasn’t uncouth enough to watch, limped her bike back to her boyfriend’s trailer. I drove my home. Monday morning I felt like death. Yay motorcycles!

And hi, who’s the Jew with the bobbly, enormous head who hasn’t paid for a real picture? That’s me!

WKRP, Here I Come!

I am so excited. I’m off to Cincinnati (final resting place of the last Passenger Pigeon on earth) next week. I’m sure you already know about it, but the Feline Conservation Federation is having it’s 50th annual convention. I’m going to maybe see cougars and Servals and cool cats. Maybe a lion! The hotel I’m staying in (the place where the convention is held) got just about the worst ratings you can imagine. I hope it isn’t full of screaming children or others. Well, screaming bobcats, okay. Maybe they’ll have a “free swim” at the pool with an unfortunate mixup of cougars, children, a locked door and no lifeguard.

Thoughts from the helmet…

Why do old people put Kleenex brand tissues on the rear deck of their Oldsmobiles?

Is it in case of an emergency? Like someone stranded by the side of the road, sneezing?

Is it for their grandchildren, who can always use a tissue?

Perhaps they haven’t kicked the habit from the old make-out days on Lookout Drive? (He may not marry you, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be tidy!)

Oh well.

Xtreme Kage Klatsch

Ice Cubes From Ikea: Are they worth the trouble?

syd barrett.

Oh man, Syd dying. That’s not good. We used to ride bikes together.

Thanks a lot, id, for telling me.

Now this will make me really sad: http://www.topix.net/who/syd-barrett

Nature rules (half the time)

My Martha Stewart moment for the summer. Don’t you just want to go out and start collecting pink glass and engraved bricks?

I’ve lived out here for 3 summers and have yet to see the huge plot of raspberries do anything but spread and scratch me.

Today, I woke up from my nap, ambled around outside and came across all these beautiful little clumps of the most delicious, warm berries. Scott came home and put a few on top of a plate of greens and smoked salmon with oil and vinegar. I really hope they stay long enough for Nina’s kid to come out here and pick some. Of course it will be a 100-degree day and he’ll have to wear a flight suit, a helmet and welder’s gloves, but he’ll never remember who was responsible for the trauma! I’ll always be “Aunt Raspberry.”

Amburgers & Wootbeer

I tried to get lost tonight after the village meeting let out. I just don’t have the radar, I guess. Either that, or my darling, beloved Ducati is mad at me for pooching and dumping at 80 mph in a completely boring curve yesterday (don’t worry, I’m not going to sell you for a new Suzuki SV650–that was just a mad fling). So I drove around trying to find roads more entangled than the new ivy I hope will be enveloping the house in a week or two. Every time I took a random turn, I came across a long, unbroken line of pavement disappearing into the sunset. Then I started aiming for hilly areas, copses, valleys and ravines. No luck. I always ended up on the grid again. So I went slow and just dug looking at houses and farms. The ones way off the beaten path are the best. The owners seem to live outside as comfortably and unselfconsciously as they do indoors. It’s one of the few times I wish I had quiet mufflers and could just fly like I used to in dreams and not disrupt anyone as they stand around in their underwear hanging up laundry or playing with a yard full of crazy dogs.

I ended up at the A&W in Hammond. The same A&W where we ended up the first time Scott pushed me off the bitch pad and into the driver’s seat.

I don’t know how the food was. It was Styrofoam in My Stomach, my only requirement for food unless Scott is making dinner.

I do know that I hate, hate, double-hate 50s music. I ate as fast as possible and not just because I was in the middle of nowhere and I couldn’t care less how revolting I looked tearing into my double Papa burger. I felt terrible leaving the Duc outside under the unerring scrutiny of the A&W root bear.

[The next morning: I kept walking by my monitor and seeing that picture and thinking it was Buddha alone in the night. I like that idea better. Root Buddha. Buddha Bear. Root Beer Buddha. Get to work.]

Strangers With Candy The Movie ~ In Theaters Nationwide July 2006

Strangers With Candy The Movie ~ In Theaters Nationwide July 2006

Spoiled little brat

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Isn’t this a nice attitude for someone with an Aprilia? Good thing he’s so cute. Oh yeah, and gave me a free speedo cable.