The Ural is mostly dressed for the winter. It’s donning its silver wreath on the rack and all is right in the world.
As it turns out, I had to do a little repair work on the string of wreath lights, though. Check me out being all handy and what-not!
Why are Christmas lights so crappy?
On a side note – Kenny also “fixed” the Buddha in the front yard while messing with another string of Christmas lights. Hey, you know how it is. One light goes out? They all go out. (And statuary get kicked across the yard.)
Santa Clausii Are Coming to Town
This weekend my friends and I are set to head out on our Santa ride. That happens to be my favorite-est group ride of the year. That’s the one where we all dress up as Santa or elves and spread some cheer on the roadways.
It’s always so much fun to see everyone be excited to see the Santas on wheels.
It’s been great having a few more people join in on the ride each year. The 1st year, it was just me – a lone wolf Santa. It’s nice to have friends who are willing to do silly stuff.
My travels during the Void Rally 8 brought me to Chester, Pennsylvania. The bonus location was a tribute to Bill Haley and the Comets who recorded at a local radio station. Though the building and its musical history have been torn down and lost to time, there are 2 black rubber musical notes embedded in the sidewalk.
…All that remains now are the anonymous inlays in the sidewalk on Crosby Street, cracked with age. Take a picture of a note inlayed in the sidewalk.
When I pulled up to 5th & Crosby I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. I pulled into a parking lot and opened my topbox to read my rally book. As I stood looking at the pages, I caught a glimpse of a grandfatherly man walking with a little girl of about 4 or 5. I could feel their gaze fixed on me from about 50 yards.
After reading the rally book entry for the bonus, I closed up my topbox and set off walking across the street looking for the music notes.
By the time I photographed the music notes and walked back to my motorcycle, the man and the little girl were standing in front of my bike. I smiled and gave a nod, getting myself ready to shove off again.
As I stood there momentarily, the man walked towards me and said something. I still had my helmet on with my earplugs in so I let him know and asked him to speak up.
“How you doin’ t’day?”
“Doing great! You?”
“My little friend over here wanted to come get a look at you. I told her that you were a girl but she wasn’t so sure.”
I looked toward the little girl who had her face cradled between the bars of the parking lot fence . She was holding on with both hands and swinging one leg. She stared at me curiously.
I waved to her and laughed. “Oh, I’m definitely a girl, alright.”
“Oh, I know. I told her. But she had to see for herself.”
And with that, he put his hand on my shoulder as if to say take care and walked back to the little girl smiling.
He once again took the little girl’s hand and they walked back the way that they came. She kept looking back, stealing glances at me. As I exited the lot, I honked and waved to her once more.
It has been over a week now since I saw that little girl and I haven’t forgotten about the inquisitive twinkle in her eye. I hope that she doesn’t forget the lady on the motorcycle or at least the idea that if they want to… girls can ride motorcycles, too.