Random Thoughts

I gotta admit, thanksgiving is not my favorite holiday.

But, I’m hip on being thankful.     I had to do some work this morning, so I went in and knocked it out, then headed the 80 miles north to the inlaws so we could have thanksgiving.     I have really cool inlaws.

Seems to me its always better when its tight.  Just the family that you talk about in your conversations from day to day.

But when you sit around a table with people that you truly love, thats a special thing.   Yeah, we had that.

My 2nd oldest daughter and I busted out early, and had a good talk, pretty much all the way home.    I’m thankful for her.

I had a great thanksgiving.   I have a lot to be thankful for.

Hope you guys all had a killer one as well.   Happy Thanksgiving Fokkers 🙂   Ride Hard.

One of the things about this house that I like, is the fireplace.    I’m appreciating it more and more.    It’s starting to get cold.

I don’t know what it is:    When the thermometer hits the 40’s and 50’s up here, I start to quit riding my bike.   I don’t know why.    It’s like a pre-emptive break up.      Its sorta dumb.    I should be riding it before the snow falls.    Seems I gear up for winter.

Yeah, Winter.   I hate this part about where I live.    At some point, I need to find my way back to the desert.    That time still isn’t now.    There are some things to do.

One of those under appreciated bands, that made some pretty good music.    I always stop the dial, when this comes on the radio.

Its nice outside.   I think they call it Indian Summer.     Nice enough to ride, so I did.

Met a family in a neighboring chapter.     Kids were scared to go outside, for reasons that seemed pretty clear to me.   I remember a couple of things:   A)  the ride there.   wide open spaces and a breath of fresh air.    felt like it put a few  years on my life.   B)  The before-and-after look on that one kids face when we took him for a ride.  10 minutes.

So put me on a highway, and show me a sign.    And take it to the limit one more time.

Really, the man that gave Johnny Cash his sound.    This is kinda cool.

Listen to some of that.

I wanna see this.    I don’t know if it’s any good, but its a question I’ve been asking my whole adult life.

“Some people have it inside, its a seed. And, if you ever put the water on it and feel the sensation and the seed is sprouted and it doesn’t die till the day you take you take your last breath.”

Bikers are born, not made.

I don’t know why.   Mel Blanc Was brilliant.    Anyone remember these?

I’d be embarrassed to admit how many times these songs pop into my head, usually at the wrong time.

I was always partial to Foghorn Leghorn. If you knew my family, you’d know why.

I should do something productive today, but I probably wont. Happy Saturday!