I took a week off from work to do what most Americans do in the summer. Have sinus surgery, of course! I was hoping that the recovery would be short and sweet so I could spend some time with the family and ride the scooter. As luck would have it, that's exactly what went down. I had the nose Roto-Rootered on Monday. I am so glad I can breathe now! We took the kids to the park on Tuesday and a guy there gave us some passes to a local railroad garden.
|This place was pretty amazing. All the plants are live miniature plants. Real stones.|
|This is "G" gage for you rail nerds.|
|Giant six-year-old for scale.|
Thursday Morning I got up early and had my coffee in the garage watching the sun heat up. I headed South on the S-Wee bound for Grumpy Unk's place in the stix. The big slab turned into a parking lot about an hour into the trip. Fearing I'd run out of gas, I turned around and went back to the last exit. I got gas, bought a map and took the scenic route. Straight down on the highway in the cage, this is a three, three and a half hour trip. I got there about six and a half hours after leaving my house. One of my stops was in a little town I like called Greencastle. It's a cool little town with a German WWII buzz bomb in front of the court house. I parked in front of a little pawn shop. I took a stroll around the shop and clearly the cat ruled the place. As I left, the cat came out and posed for a picture. He then turned around and went back inside.
|There was a bird too. I don't care much for birds you can't eat.|
Six hours in the saddle of the S-Wee is a bit much for my skinny ass and the torture device that is the stock Suzuki seat. I will be remedying that soon. I actually think I found a reasonable solution, too. None of that $500 replacement business either. I digress, as usual.
Da Region and me and the Unk went off to do manly things. Such as, riding motorcycles.
Canada Day regatta. Me and Unk rode down the main drag waving to the locals setting up their chairs for the big parade. Awful nice of those folks to throw us a parade like that. I'm not even Canadian. After about 150 miles of slow moving scenery we decided to fix a hole in Unk's truck tire. Like I said, manly stuff. Then we went and had the best cheeseburger I think I've ever eaten. I then almost hit the same skunk twice. I'm glad my nose is working but I still don't want to hit one of those bastards. After a little visiting, we headed home to find my cousin Dog Boy and his girl hanging out and we pitched ourselves an impromptu hootenany.
specialized riding gear and headed north.
|My view for most of the parade.|