PERIMETER RUN - A TRIP AROUND THE EDGE OF THE UNITED STATES

ONE RIDER
ONE MOTORCYCLE.
ONE TRAILER.
ONE TRIP.
ONE LIFETIME.
ONE CHANCE

WELCOME TO THE RIDE OF A LIFETIME. MAY YOU ENJOY THE TRIP, TOO.

WITH SPECIAL THANKS TO BRIAN, LAUREN, MARIE, ADAM, MARIEL AND THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS AND MEMBERS OF THE 1ST MICHIGAN COLONIAL FIFE AND DRUM CORPS FOR THE CHANCE TO CHASE ONE MORE DREAM. 

HANTA YO - "CLEAR THE WAY"

 

JULY 15, 2006 - QUOVASIER IS A FINE LIQUOR

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This entry was posted on 7/16/2006 1:08 AM and is filed under JULY 15.

 

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JULY 15, 2006 – QUOVASIER, IS A FINE  LIQUOR

 

The bike was finished fairly early today, so a trip down to Chandler Harley Davidson was the order of the day. Dana (my sister Joyce’s daughter) called and plans were made to meet at the house. Off we went to the Dealership. When I got there, I found that the bike had been fully serviced and washed. What I didn’t expect to see was that the trailer had also been washed and was sitting at the back of the bike waiting to be attached. The techs that spent the time to get the trailer and wash it too were given modest tips for the efforts.

 

Has it been mentioned that Phoenix is hot? Two pieces that are part of the trailer actually had “melted” off of the trailer while out in the parking lot. Plans were made to stop at a store to get some Gorilla Snot or an equally aggressive adhesive. ersonName w:st="on">DonersonName>’t worry folks; the stuff is not really made from the snot of gorillas, although it does have the same smell and consistency as the real thing. (ersonName w:st="on">DonersonName>’t EVER ask…..it is a long and sordid tale)

 

Dana called to say that she would be at the house soon. When we pulled up with the car and the bike, she was waiting. A road trip was immediately planned, and I had to make a list of items I needed. Dana helped.

 

1.     Box (water tight) for the business cards

2.     toothpaste

3.     gorilla snot

4.     tampons

We stopped at a Target (pronounced TARJEAH) to get the items on the list. I was able to purchase 3 of the 4 items on the list, but couldn’t screw up the courage to go down “THAT” aisle. This is where my lovely niece stepped up to the plate and actually bought her own thingys.

 

This evening we went to the Fox Sports bar (really associated with the Fox Sports Channel) to watch Dana work the room – AS A WAITRESS – geez.  We had good food and great service from a very attractive, mature, poised, competent, wonderful, light hearted and hard working waitress. She was working harder than any other waitress in the entire bar or restaurant portion of the place. I am sure that she deserves any raise that management might deem compensatory for her exemplary work ethic. Dana, was that worth the $5.00 you gave me to write this? I wrote it exactly like you said to write it.

 

As Tim and I were leaving the bar, we observed a gentleman who, by the grace of God and an inexpensive toupee’ managed to look like he was wearing a hairspray laden motorcycle helmet. He made me stop to stare – er - LOOK at him. I took his photo. I am absolutely convinced that he thought he was the coolest thing sitting at the bar. No one on earth was cooler than this guy – just ask him. Photo to follow

 

I may have failed to mention some rather important geographical points that I noticed on my way in to Phoenix from Tucson. You never know when something catches your eye and it makes you understand fully the WHY of something. For instance, why are Ferrari’s red? Why is a Cobra “British Racing Green”? Why are other cars Blue? Each country is assigned a specific color to the race car that is entered. Thus, Ferrari (Italy) is red. Great Britain has that distinctive Green, Germany (Audi, Porsche, etc.) has Silver and the US has Blue. Now that I have completely bored the distaff portion of this small audience, I will explain the reason for that lengthy set up.

 

As I was coming into Phoenix, just about the same time as I began to notice the French Cactus, I passed the exit for CASA GRANDE. I had heard of that. I can’t remember the specifics, but I had heard of that place. I was, however completely blown away, by the signs for CASA TALL, CASA VENTI and CASA CARAMEL MACHIATTO GRANDE. I always wondered how certain things made it into the lexicon of the language. Hmmmmmmm.

 

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    • 7/16/2006 7:38 AM Eda Wilson wrote:
      Oh, that hair didn't look *that* bad... at least, not in the photo. As for the bit about shopping for tampons... no wonder she doesn't like you... cheez!

      Happy trails, Cowboy.
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    • 7/16/2006 12:00 PM Todd Peterlin wrote:
      Mark, I look forward to your posts, I really enjoy reading them. I finally got a donation sent off and and trying to rally the boys in the shop for $1-$2. Your doing something I always wanted to do. Keep the rubber side down and Gods grace be with you.
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