Yesterday we went to see Inklings and her parents and later on in the day to see my mother. Inklings Mom surprised me at how well she looks. She is still shaky and weak but I can't believe how much she has improved in the week since I saw her last. We were tickled to see the improvement.
My mother hasn't improved any and is still nearly tied to her chair. I talked to her hair dresser and she told me it makes her sad to watch my mother take 40 minutes to get from her chair to the bathroom and back. It makes me very sad too.
After visiting with mom we headed back home. We got a ways out of town and decided we could waste an hour until the sun went down so we could see the baloon festival night lighting on main street. We turned around and went back. We ate at one of my favorite fast food places and waited for the sun to go down.
The Smokey Bear baloon was there so we walked down to see it. I asked the guy if my daughter could get on the baloon. I told him who I was and what I did and he let her get on. I took a picture of her in the basket and focused on the plaque so she could read it. It was pretty neat that they let her do that.
We visited with a few of my friends and I had a good time. I think she was probably bored to death but that's the price you pay for going with Dad. At the very end I found out that one of my friends from quite a ways away was there and that he was trying to sell a Harley Davidson classic edition bike. I spent some time trying to find him in the crowd and told my daughter I was sure one of the bikes we looked at while we were looking for him was his. We walked all over around the crowd near that bike but never found him. Right when I was going to go we walked back to the bike and he had just started it. I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned it off and we visited for quite a long time (may have been close to an hour).
He told me about the bike he wants to sell and the price. I told him I would discuss it with Inklings and let him know. He and another friend both said it is easier to get forgiveness than permission. I told them it would be way out of character for me to spend that amount of money without full agreement from my spouse (unless of course it was a horse and those days are long gone).
Anyway the bike is a little smaller that what I really want but it does have a 980 cc engine so it is pretty close to the 1200 cc I want. YEAH I KNOW, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL - GROWING OLD ISN'T. I haven't really ridden a motorcycle much since 1969.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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My oldest son spent alot of time dirt bike riding when he was younger. Our next door neighbor was the leader in California in motorcross for about a year when he was younger. He is older now and just can't compete with the younger men, but he still loves to ride and used to take my son with him. My son put in alot of hours, and really learned how to control, and yes, even lay down a bike. When he turned 18 we bought him a Buell that is made by Harley Davidson. I really like this bike because it ISN"T powerful. He often complains that it doesn't go fast enough, and I just sit and smile. :) But it gets him where he needs to go.
My second son is driver's license age, and has said he wants to get a motorcycle license. But unlike his brother, he didn't spend time riding dirt bikes much. I just don't think he has enough experience, so I don't want him to have a bike. If we lived in the country, and he could spend time riding on solitary roads to get experience, I wouldn't mind. But living in the city, it's not the ideal environment in which to learn.
One last thing. I had a neighbor down the street who bought a new Harley. One day his wife and him had an argument of some kind. She wanted to get back at him, so when he wasn't home she decided to ride his Harley. She backed it out of the driveway so fast that she lost control and ran in to something. She broke her leg so badly that she was in the hospital for many months. Harleys aren't for people who don't know how to ride, that's for sure.
I don't know if there's more than on Smokey the Bear Hot Air Balloon, but if it is the same one, he lives in our neighborhood. I met him at a neighborhood meeting last year. He has a big trailer with the Smokey the Bear Balloon painted on the side. He told me he parks it in his neighbor's driveway as he doesn't have enough room in his and he pays her to help her out. He even introduces himself as "The Guy who has the Smokey the Bear Hot Air Balloon". Did you ask him where he was from?
Nene, the balloon is based out of your town, so I'm sure it's the same guy. He was nice. :)
He is from Albuquerque - when you talk to him tell him I was the guy that told him we should have whacked the Bear. He'll be shocked.
just be careful riding it if you do :)
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