TSCLT3.0: A Beast Unlike Any Known To Man . . .

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I guess we'll have to mine the place.


I rode out to the country to see a friend who moved out there several months ago, Like, six. They were having a yard sale. I scored to long-sleeve collared shirts - think Polos with long sleeves - for nothing. They didn't sell. THey're in great shape. I'll wash them and hang them up tomorrow morning. Works for me.


So that was my longest straight-shot ride to date. Good thing I remembered to stop to top off the old petrol.


I still have a tendency to dump the clutch on it, and it'll have a tendency to stall when I do that. At least I don't have to jump on it . . . .


 
Saturday afternoon naps are dah bomb.


Laundry is on. I've discovered that since I'm down one housemate, the washer doesn't leak any more. That's because there's no longer anyone here overloading the poor thing.


As I've maintained for years, some people can fuck up an anvil with a mallet.


There's a re-education camp joke here, right below the surface . . . .

I did my laundry this morning. I like to do it early and get it over with.

Generally and absent down right retardation, the person who actually pays the bills is the person who treats expensive things with respect.
 
I did my laundry this morning. I like to do it early and get it over with.

Generally and absent down right retardation, the person who actually pays the bills is the person who treats expensive things with respect.


I was going to do it tomorrow, but I wanted to get my booty-loot in the wash pronto, so I started it tonight. I'll wrap it up with coffee tomorrow. Morning. Early.


Also we tend to treat the stuff we buy better than the stuff that's given to us.


I wasn't too bad about that, but I recall seeing some who weren't.


I always figured that returning Dad's car to him at least as good as I got it was always a good idea. It certainly was much cleaner. Dad cleaned cars fer shit.


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Happy Sunday!!!


The damned weather doesn't seem to be able to decide what it wants to do. It's not going to rain, or maybe drizzle isn't rain. Rain takes today off, it says, and sun this afternoon. Hmmm, after yesterday, I'll give it a definite maybe.


And tomorrow will be wet for wiring duties. Puts the ground into grounding Sparky.


The laundry is on, and there is coffee.


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Laundry and dishwasher are both going, I already hand-washed the dishes that can't go into the machine. I did some sweeping around the doors and scooped the run before I let the trio out to play in it. Once everyone is awake I'll clean the rest of the floors properly.

The fundraiser went really well yesterday and all the money is going to a local homeless shelter, the party afterward for all the employees and volunteers was great and I had a lot of fun. It was a much needed break in routine.
 
Home. Got to ride home in the unforecast rain. That kinda sucked.


You tend not to hurry when you don't trust the gription of the road and it's too fucking dark to see very well.


But like many things, we muddle on through.


And we stayed off the film at 11 . . . .

I was traveling west on I-80, somewhere in western Wyoming, during a driving rainstorm when I came upon a guy on a Hog beating his way head-on into what had to be cold painful icy rain. When I came up beside him in the left lane I looked over and saw one red-faced pissed off dude. His rain slicker stretched out behind him like a useless yellow ribbon. He still had a least 50 miles to go to the nearest town. I remember thinking, you gotta really love your bikes to put up with a face full of this shit.
 
I was traveling west on I-80, somewhere in western Wyoming, during a driving rainstorm when I came upon a guy on a Hog beating his way head-on into what had to be cold painful icy rain. When I came up beside him in the left lane I looked over and saw one red-faced pissed off dude. His rain slicker stretched out behind him like a useless yellow ribbon. He still had a least 50 miles to go to the nearest town. I remember thinking, you gotta really love your bikes to put up with a face full of this shit.


Yeah, it wasn't intended, and I couldn't do a Allah-damned thing about it. Besides, it was a drizzle. My windbreaker is waterproof, too. The watery goggles were the biggest issue riding. Fingers are not windscreen wipers. And I only had to go 15 miles or so. My pants were damp and that was it, really.


I like these.:D


The seat cushions??? :eek:


This kind of reminds me I have to sort out some hangers in my clothes closet.:D


Mine make their way back to the laundry room when I haul clothes down. I have a lovely shelf and hanging rod system down there since I rearranged it to suit myself better.


And there's still no water on the floor since no white trash has overloaded the machine today. Or in months.


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