Does it get any better...

Usually my cynical nature precludes me from having too much fun at the expense of my sanity, but Jim talked me into going out for a ride yesterday. Well, talked isn’t exactly the way it happened, he called me from East Coast Harley (literally 5 minutes away) and told me he was on his way. I hadn’t even showered by that time…man, I’m a lazy, so I set up the sprinkler and ran through it. In typical Jim fashion, he didn’t show up for another 20 minutes (still trying to do the math on that one, I could walk there in 10 minutes).

When he did arrive he complained of a headache. After he sucked up some aspirin I found out he hadn’t had any coffee that day, call me doctor zombie, but knowing the way this guy huffs coffee, I told him that it was a caffeine headache. Whipped up some extra strong instant (Juan Valdez is rolling his grave) and about an hour later, he was right as rain…if that’s possible with him.

The weather was perfect for a ride and we headed out towards one of the state parks. Even the deer that jumped out in front of us didn’t bother me (even though it did cause me to lock up the brakes and increase the pucker factor). It was one of those riding days that make you rethink your existence and the reason you work at all. Fortunately these days don’t come around that often, if they did I’d probably have to opt for some surly vagabond existence that included robbing trains ala Butch Cassidy and end up in jail. I’m sure Bubba would be kind enough to lend me his soap on a rope.

Wish life offered some type of rewind option…I’d still be in yesterday.