Today the meanie, myself and Erin ( you didn’t think I called her the former did you?) took the bike’s out for bagels and brooming down to South Mountain to navigate some single lane roads with delightful drop offs. The fat ass ( the bike, not me ) acquitted itself well and the speedo seems to be stuck at 80 for some reason. I still am not sure if this is the bike for me. I have this love hate relationship with it that’s partly based on how happy the bike’s appearance makes others feel. Seriously there’s something weird about the image that the Meanie projects versus it’s capabilities of my other bike,an SV65O which can rape it’s ass in everything apart from shit eating grin factor, that non riders get.
Dobhie is so cute that he’s bordering on illegal.
It’s my birthday, no don’t worry few others cared either, and we had a nice lunch thanks to Erin’s parents at Pappadeaux’s where I can get my boudin on , a rare event in Cajun eateries in Phoenix which are rare in themselves , and to be fair most are crap. Food and service was as usual slower than advertised but generally excellent. And then settle down to have a nice game of C and C 3. Kane better win this time:)
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