19.10.06

Sanford Bike Fest 06

ye old 'puter is in the shop again, so here is a short vid of our weekend in the park. The cops on choppers was the best...



8.10.06

bhr11

wow, have i really been gone that long? Sorry keyboard. i know, i know, you want attention too. Glad your medication is my fingers and not a drug. Anyhooo. Good to feel you again. I promise, no more of the "i dont have enough hours in the day" bullshit. Zo. It is now 8:46am on a quiet sunday morning,blue skies, light breez and a lucious sweeet 68 degrees, and the progress on lovey's homepage, Dream-Walls is coming along nicely, but is soooo time intensive. I tell ya, every creature in this house is attention defecit, oyyvaaaaa. sorry about all this side scribbles, you know how i dribble on when i don't get to touch you often enough. Now. on with the show.

Here is the last video of the first day. Yes. San to say that i've only related the first real day of our riding adventure so far. This thing could drag on for a while. I've been to a few other sites to read their excellent versions of the Black Hills Rally 06 advetures, and have found them short, well written and to the point, where as my recollections tend to go on and on and on. lol. So here are those links for reference, The first and best of course is "the big mutha", yes, his tall tales are the best, then there is "the "dixie biker" stories and excellent pics of their Lake County HOG chapters trip, and also, although it is not tales of the black hills, these people are in my book, "real bikers", this husband/wife team ride around the world on their bike . Also, my sweet sister has sent me some more notes from my Grandmother. She writes about her grandmother's life in 1870's in Hawaii. wow. Found a family tree in there too that takes me back to 1690 in N. Ireland to Archibald Thompson...ok ok ok now, really. lol here is that last video...
I gotta tell ya, i'm getting to like building these little videos as much as ridin/writin.

Well, they passed the Smith coal mine on Hiway 308, past BearCreek and wind up one grand day of puttin. Our camp guide highly recomended the Bridge Creek for the best grub in town, so as they roll back onto the main street of Red Lodge feeling like they have just conquered the new world, they spot the joint and park right in front. "I didn't expect it to be such a fanzy joint" Q remarked. You see, V had graciously offered to buy us all our dinner that night. They made a rowdy entrance acting like the kings of the world, which is what they felt like after finally riding the mountains of Montana. V introduced Tina, the cute young waitress to the Alphabet Gang and we all had a good chuckle. Then when she came back with our adult beverages Q asked "Lets, just say for example folks come here, order and eat then don't have the money to pay. What do you all do about that?" Then while Tina was stuttering over her answer Q asks also "Where is the closest bank in town and is it well guarded?" Then after a long pregnant pause, we all had a good belly laugh, even tho Tina walked away not really sure what to make of these three out of town bikers...