Iced down oysters roasting over an open fire...
Thanksgiving: What Turkey?
Gimme that horseradish sauce!
Pity the poor postman who couldn't make it over for yesterday's ABM's annual "save the poor bird" feast. His old lady had him on lock down the entire 80 degree day. The family motorcycle doctor made the scene, and with his better half, and mine, managed to destroy most of a bushel of fresh roasted oysters, and a 10 pound pan of home made eggplant lasagna. Of course, there's always room for a fresh pumpkin pie with the secret crust recipe. burp..burp.. The wrench was so stuffed, he had a rough time bending over to tie up his shoes.
Regrets:
That our Thanksgiving show didn't mention using this opportunity to take a short ride, where possible. The main drag we live about one mile from, hosts over 200,000 vehicles a day, but not Thanksgiving morning. We rode 7 miles without seeing a single cage. It was like the aftermath of a neutron bomb, with us, the only survivors. Country riding in the middle of a city of one million, doesn't get better than that.
ABM's 12 Biker Days of Christmas, Dec 14 - 25, promises shopping biker interviews, cool gifts for not a lot of money, including the new HD WII riding across America platform. We also host a tribute to redneck bikers, the original recyclers, and how you can decorate your tree with shotgun shell lights, and your door with a toilet seat wreath. We wrap it up with a look at how 2010 has been for American Bikers, and present our top 5 resolutions for 2011.
Has anyone seen my wife?
The ABM compound came to life at 2am this morning, not even 3 hours after your faithful servant hit the sack. "Goodbye, I'm leaving now". Uh, okay..? Maybe she has a boyfriend..anyway, I'm too tired to care, and drift back off to sleep. 4:40am, the phone rings, and she's wanting to know if i want an extra one tig hard drive from Target? We almost hit the door on the way out to find the fone..40 minutes later, phone rings again, and she's at some crappy department store, all excitied, yelling she just got $80 worth of bed pillows for $18. What in the hell was wrong with the old ones? After all of the food and drink yesterday, how she does it is beyond me, but that's women, can't live with 'em can't live w/o 'em.. roger that?
Gimme that horseradish sauce!
Pity the poor postman who couldn't make it over for yesterday's ABM's annual "save the poor bird" feast. His old lady had him on lock down the entire 80 degree day. The family motorcycle doctor made the scene, and with his better half, and mine, managed to destroy most of a bushel of fresh roasted oysters, and a 10 pound pan of home made eggplant lasagna. Of course, there's always room for a fresh pumpkin pie with the secret crust recipe. burp..burp.. The wrench was so stuffed, he had a rough time bending over to tie up his shoes.
Regrets:
That our Thanksgiving show didn't mention using this opportunity to take a short ride, where possible. The main drag we live about one mile from, hosts over 200,000 vehicles a day, but not Thanksgiving morning. We rode 7 miles without seeing a single cage. It was like the aftermath of a neutron bomb, with us, the only survivors. Country riding in the middle of a city of one million, doesn't get better than that.
ABM's 12 Biker Days of Christmas, Dec 14 - 25, promises shopping biker interviews, cool gifts for not a lot of money, including the new HD WII riding across America platform. We also host a tribute to redneck bikers, the original recyclers, and how you can decorate your tree with shotgun shell lights, and your door with a toilet seat wreath. We wrap it up with a look at how 2010 has been for American Bikers, and present our top 5 resolutions for 2011.
Has anyone seen my wife?
The ABM compound came to life at 2am this morning, not even 3 hours after your faithful servant hit the sack. "Goodbye, I'm leaving now". Uh, okay..? Maybe she has a boyfriend..anyway, I'm too tired to care, and drift back off to sleep. 4:40am, the phone rings, and she's wanting to know if i want an extra one tig hard drive from Target? We almost hit the door on the way out to find the fone..40 minutes later, phone rings again, and she's at some crappy department store, all excitied, yelling she just got $80 worth of bed pillows for $18. What in the hell was wrong with the old ones? After all of the food and drink yesterday, how she does it is beyond me, but that's women, can't live with 'em can't live w/o 'em.. roger that?
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