Wet dogs and wandering thoughts

This fine evening Jackie has shown Charlie the joy of running in the creek. Yes I have a creek that runs through the woods next to the house. Jackie, all black lab all the time, is soaked. Charlie is just muddy on his paws and wet on his legs. It's my fault that they needed more time to be nuts. I skipped my afternoon ride and played ball with them for over an hour. Not really with both of them but with Jackie. She lives to chase a ball. Charlie doesn't get the whole ball thing. He mostly just runs back and forth following Jackie. Exciting fucking life I lead isn't it? Yeah well I like it.

This year I have a couple of good trips planned. Italy, of course, in the fall. Vegas for Interbike. Yeah the whole Vegas thing is cliché and tacky but Interbike is amazing and necessary for my business. I'm thinking of riding my new R1100S (in picture) this year stopping in Colorado on the way out then taking a couple of days after to ride through Arizona and Texas. I like the big desert views. I am thinking of going to the vintage motorcycle races in Ohio this July and camping out for a few days. Now that is a fun time. Camping in a field with a few thousand of my closest friends. Waking up to the sounds of vintage motorcycles tearing around a race course. I used to go every year before I went corporate wage whore. I'm feeling much better now and need to get back to the fun. The whole thing takes four or five days and is just total emersion in vintage motorcycle racing. There is this huge swap meet there too. It's like a very small version of interbike but for motorcyclists. Watching these great old motorcycles get ridden and raced is just fantastic. When I go to my "happy place" in my mind it is the que to the starting grid. Standing behind all of those ancient bikes just revving away is soooo much fun.

Later,
Sam