The place I stayed in last night I'd stayed in a year or so ago and it's really nice. It should be, even after haggling by the time the dust settled the tab with taxes was still close to a hundred bucks.Haggling with motel operators is something I'd never tried before but my buddy Chuck who runs one of our local places put me on to it. I guess it's like any other business, they need to sell their rooms and they're willing to dicker. In this case it was worth twenty bucks and that paid for my dinner.
|Really nice digs but not cheap|
So with that experience in hand I proceeded to visit their establishment again last night only this time I figured I'd stick with something basic and likely to be less challenging to the chef. Or cook. The man with the can opener. I ordered corn beef hash with biscuits and gravy. Ordinarily I'd just take it with hash browns but the server guy said I could have B&G if I wanted so I did. Wrong. wrong, wrong, wrong! The corned beef hash was as expected, out of a can. This was after all Applebee's and that's how they do stuff, open cans, heat, serve. The biscuits - there were four of them - came smothered in grey gooey gravy, out of a can and tasting like gravy out of a can. Two of the biscuits were not willing to give up their existence without a struggle and I gave up on them, you couldn't cut them with a sharp ax.
When my server guy brought the bill I handed him my fork and said "Here, see if you can cut one of those buggers." He tried and was unable to do so. He asked if I'd like another round and I declined saying only that I thought it might serve Applebee's best interests if he had the chief can-opener-person have a go at it just to illustrate my point. He promised he would. Right, you're going back into the kitchen and piss the cook off. I don't think so. Is there a moral to this story? The thing that comes to mind is the old saw "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me." Duh...
I mentioned the two Harley guys with their matching red fireman rides? Evidently they didn't get killed on their evening ride, probably to the nearest tavern as both bikes were back this morning.
|Loud pipes really don't save lives guys, quality helmets do. Loud pipes just piss people off.|
While traveling one thing I like to do is keep an eye out for unusual odometer readings of note. As an example 66,666 would be cool to see. I missed that one a few days ago by letting my brain move onto another fantasy before it arrived. Bummer!
Today however I was determined to see the 70,000 mile mark turn over and I spent several somewhat reckless moments waiting for it to appear. Now it's one thing just to witness such a monumental event but quite another to co-ordinate it with finding a spot to pull over and document it. Today I got lucky. [Note to self: Consider what you just said about getting lucky and compare that to what it used to mean not so many years ago. Lucky indeed.] BTW, and as a sidebar, have any of you noticed how curious cows and other bovines are when you stop your vehicle close to their domain?
|Pretty damned exciting I'd say. 70,000 big ones|
Anyway back to the continuing saga, I kept the throttle control aka cruise control set at slightly illegal speeds and .sat back and watched the vegetation drift by. My fuel consumption dropped to a more reasonable level due to the lower OR limits of 55 mph as opposed to insane levels like 80 mph.That part I liked although I really prefer riding BB at around 65 mph best.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, great sunny weather not too hot and most of the crazies headed in the opposite direction so not many traffic issues. Jerry Smith flagged me down along Highway 42-S, not too many miles from home and we had a brief chat alongside the road. I had to cut things short as Linda was waiting for me to arrive, then she could leave for a week long art seminar. We really are a lot like ships that pass in the night sometimes.Or maybe like barges?
|Garmin says we rode over 4,000 miles. My butt would agree.|
|Final odometer reads 407 miles today|
|No one's been mowing while I was away.....Tsk tsk...|
|Toby's such a happy guy. Hi Toby!|
|Riley, OTOH, is totally crackers most of the time. Guess that's why we love him so much.|
So that'll do it, the ride was fun, only got rained on one day, met some interesting people, visited some old friends, saw some really cool stuff, and in general really enjoyed riding BB. You never can tell how well a particular bike will turn out to be until you've gone on the road with it. BB's pretty cool.
See you next time around.