Well, this has been an interesting year, my friends. When I started to think about what to write, I thought….hmmmm, been kind of a slow year on the bike, for a number of reasons. Broken ankle, old man being relocated across the country…ya know, the usual stuff.
Then I got to thinking and realized, though I may not have been on the back of the bike as much as I’d’ve liked…I certainly had my share of fun.
Starting with the winter bike shows…Kev-Marv produces the NorthEast Motorcycle Expositions in CT, MA, RI and NH.
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|Dinner and drinks|
The beginning of the end. I will just say this…margaritas (several) + karaoke + group of gay men = broken ankle. Yup, snapped my fibula? right in half. Ouch…still pains me to think of it. So, was sidelined for a bit but got the cast off the day that Laconia Bike Week started. Asked the doc if it was okay to get on/off the back of a bike. ‘Well, that’s a new one, not really sure…see how it goes.’ So…that’s a yes….
This is a secret that the old man doesn’t want anyone to know about so, shhhh…please don’t tell. We trailer-ed the bike from Mass to NH! SHHHHH!!! I know…his riding privileges should be revoked. But really couldn’t chance it with my heeling ankle. On the way up, we passed many bikers taking cover under overpasses because the rain was so heavy. I don’t know about him, but I was silently thanking my ankle for a warm ride in a pickup.
Weather was awful and I wanted to curl up in bed but tried to be a good sport. Headed to Looney Bin to meet some friends and have a few drinks….until ankle was the size of a football and had to head back…through sleet and freezing rain. Good times….
We ended up at the Wolfeboro Inn. This is what happens when you bring the old lady along to bike week…instead of cramming 5 guys into a small hotel room, you end up at an Inn.
I didn’t hear any complaints though while it was raining outside and we were in a nice, cozy tavern drinking beer by a fire.
So, this is kinda even worse than trailering to Bike Week. I couldn’t walk on the ankle but didn’t want to miss out on the fun so I had the old man drive his pick-up truck to the Weirs. I know…awful. The things you men do for ‘love’. I know it pained him but don’t feel too bad…he took off again midweek with the guys and had plenty of fun…as the pictures I just found can attest. Someone’s got some ‘splaining to do….
Came home to news that the old man would be temporarily moving to Utah for work? Say what????
Well, ya gotta do, what ya gotta do….so the next half of 2011 was spent exploring the Midwest. Trips to Utah, Sturgis, Jackson Hole, and Colorado. Part 2 of ‘Looking Back’…stay tuned!