Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Crate Escape

The humble milk crate: it is an unassuming piece of molded plastic, but it has been the friend of motorcyclists for decades. It is lightweight, yet has plenty of space for a multitude of items, from groceries, to baggage, to jackets, etc..

The crate on the silver streak is technically a storage crate since milk crates can sometimes draw the ire of bored lawmen, but it serves the same purpose and does it long as I'm careful what I put in it.

Earlier this week, my wife was ill and needed an over-the-counter medication, so I scooted up to CVS, bought a small box of the pills she needed, threw the bag in the crate and headed home, only to find the crate empty upon arrival.

Retracing my route, the bag containing the medicine was nowhere to be found, so it was that another box of medication was purchased, which went under the seat.

Crates are wonderful, to a point. I'll be careful what I put in mine in the future.

Monday, May 6, 2013

cool spring

This is the best riding weather. I know many bikers don't like it when there is a chill in the air, but I love it, as does Maggie.

Sure, a jacket is necessary, as are socks and shoes, and it's too cold to go without a helmet. But then, I'm not some nutty sportbiker on a gixxer wearing a wifebeater and flip-flops.

Maggie rode with me to the groomer today, then we went back home to get the checkbook since my wife used the last check and didn't re-fill it, then we went back to the groomer. Poor dog was shaking in her little satchel, thinking she was going to get another bath.

Such was not to be, much to her relief, as we left the groomer and went to Lancaster Honda to buy some scooter oil.

Just outside the Honda dealer, there sat a brand new 500cc naked bike. I forgot to take a picture, but I was madly enamored by it. Unfortunately, such a purchase would require either money or good credit, of which I have neither.

So, Maggie and I got the oil, and headed home, she with her ears flapping in the wind, and me with mine firmly inside my helmet, not that they'd flap anyway. She is now sleeping off her traumatic experience at the groomer, and it's off to work for me.

Happy travels and safe riding. May you always have the wind in your face and your tongue hanging out.