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JULY 16, 2006 - "MAKE PEOPLE HAPPY TWICE. HAPPY TO SEE YOU COME, AND HAPPY TO SEE YOU GO."
Grandpa Henry Logsdon

I worked on the previous journal entry until the wee hours of the morning Phoenix time, which, of course, meant that my body thought that it was three ours later. I had to go to the bathroom so that I would be more comfortable. Imagine my surprise when Lake Titikaka overflowed and continued to "boil" over after my fiddling with the darned handle.

It was too late. There was nothing I could do to forestall the inevitable. Rugs were soaked, now and the floor was awash. I spent about an hour cleaning up the room as best I could. I left a note for Tim, knowing that he would be up at Oh Dark Thirty for his 25 mile bike ride up south mountain and back. At that time he would then do his excercize routine, after which he would wash the car, all the plates in the kitchen, wash the windows, chase pigeons off the roof, pay some bills, cook a pre breakfast snack, read the newspaper, and wait for it to hit 5:00 AM.

In retrospect I can honestly say that there was nothing I did physically (I am trying to be delicate here) to have caused the Ruhr Dams to fail. By the time I got up, it was already a day almost gone for Tim. I got up just before 8:00 AM, and he had already been doing all that mentioned above. He had worked on the bathroom too.

I was in a serious dilemma, though. I was in need of REALLY using the facility, but was completely convinced that I would flood the neighborhood. When I had written a note to Tim after cleaning what I could, I had written a PS on the note:

"Are you happy twice yet?"

Fortunately, he related how his Son was in town and had the same thing happen to him. He thought it was just a one time thing. It now had become a two time thing, which of course, meant that it now was two times too many. 

I didn't flood the neighborhood, or the house.

Dana called and we made plans for me to head her way and spend the night. I had looked up a former classmate of mine from High School and we had made plans to go to dinner.

After leaving Tim's house, I was stopped at a light, and two very attractive young girls (Way too young for Lauren's gauge - set by her as a minimum age bracket) began talking to me in animated fancy. I just looked way too cool and acknowledged their attentions with a cool (very cool, I might add) and nonchalant wave of the hand. They continued to point and tell me how cool my trailer looked. I thanked them, very cool like. They were now even more animated and pointing at the trailer. Oh, the rubber ducky, they like the rubber ducky, I thought. As the light turned green, they beeped and sped off, the driver STILL yelling something about the trailer.

The light was green, but there were no cars behind me, or down the street approaching me, so I threw down the kickstand. The bike was still on and idling, but I went to look at the trailer. Hmm, the cooler is closed. The ducky is there. The Harley Luggage bag is still there. The tire is not flat. As I approached the rear of the trailer I noticed that the trailer was still latched, and locked and the keys were still in the lock.

AND THE KEYS WERE STILL IN THE LOCK!!!!!!!

Wow, I was like, WAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY cool. I did my usual "cool head bob" and pulled the keys out with a flourish, indicating to whoever might be watching that my experiment was a valuable and important success. I surreptitiously looked around, noting that not a sole could be seen. I was also hoping that the Arizona Traffic Cam guys weren't watching either.  I would have been too embarrassed. I did chuckle, though. I must have looked really "cool" indeed.

I made it to Dana's house in good time, and with not too much of a problem. The GPS got me into a subdivision about 300 yards beyond Dana's entrance, but she came and rescued me at the local McDonalds. I followed her back to her place. Neither of her dogs thought to bother me. I thought that odd.

Dana agreed to wash clothes, so off came the socks and I got the other stuff out of the Travel bag from the top of the motorcycle. I was happy for the offer. I got in touch with my old High School friend and we made plans for dinner at a Mexican restaurant close to Dana's house. Sharon and I graduated in 1967 from East Detroit High School. We spent the night catching up with each other's lives. We talked about her new Significant Other, a man that she has very strong feelings for. She seems very happy and relaxed. We also talked about my ride and the reasons I was making it. She just returned from a trip that put her in 15 states in as many days.

While we were talking the question came up as to how many states I might have covered so far on the trip. I have done 25, some of them twice. That is pretty exciting.

I am trying to figure out what is going on with my internal clock. I snap awake at the same relative time I do when I am home.  In other words I am awake at 7:30 AM Phoenix time, but by 8:30 Phoenix time, I feel like it is 12:30 AM. Tomorrow, we're going over to where Tim works to get some pictures of the bike and trailer. They have a studio set up with special lighting.

It should be fun.