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So, now that the day of giving thanks has come and gone and the flood gates to holiday shopping are officially opened I've been asked by my family what I'd like for Christmas oh.. I don't know, about 200 times already. Bless them.

So, I actually do want something. Its been on the edge of my peripheral vision for a while now and I think I'd like to give it a whirl. So family: here is one idea. HELMAX Weather Guard

http://www.mfiap.com/halo/helmax.htm

I have no idea if it works well, if it sucks, if it will make the inside of my helmet rain with my own fogging breath (hold the garlic, please) or anything about it. I don't know anyone who has one. So, if you're reading this and you have some experience, do tell!

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Happy Thanksgiving from the Fuzzy Family to you.

Here is to hoping that you too have many things to be thankful for. A strong, loving family, peacefulness in your life, good health and prosperity. Have a great day, everyone.

...and don't forget to save me some pie. :o)

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...Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
-Coldplay

It was a pretty chilly day out today. Being that the leaves out here on the Island seem to be at their peak color, I just had to get out and be amongst them. Everything seemed so very yellow. It was just beautiful.

I don't know where the summer went. I'm not really looking forward to the gray of winter settling in. I can hardly believe that its Thanksgiving week now. Time marches on. I have a lot to be thankful for and I'm looking forward to spending that day with my family.

Before you know it, these grasses will be green again and I'll be complaining that its too hot. It's always somethin', isn't it?

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As a child, i spent countless hours looking through a scrapbook of pictures, brouchures, ticket stubs and postcards that my parents loosely stuffed into its pages. Before I was a twinkle in their eyes, mom & dad spent a few months like vagabonds touring the country in my mom's 68 Firebird. I poured over pictures of them sharing coffee over a campfire, my dad laughing as he shaved in a roadside reststop, my gorgeous mom in her hip huggers standing in the roadway with a wild Burro. It was all so glamorous to me, so full of life and adventure.

It felt like coming full circle for me when i passed a sign in Wyoming that I had seen in one of my parents' travel photos. I doubled back to take one of my own. Like me, the town was all grown up now it's population swelling from 6 in mom and dad's photo, to 10 in mine.

I don't know what the sign meant to my childish mind or why i would have even remembered it out of all those pages and pictures, but time had embedded it into my subconscious. Was it the name of the town, Emblem? Was it the idea that only 6 people lived there? I can't know. But what i do know is that it was somehow placed on my life's To-Do list without me even realizing it.

I certainly feel like my wanderlust and love of motorcycles were passed down into the marrow of my bones from mom & dad. Maybe someday too my little girl will travel over the miles that brought me joy and find happiness there too in her own way.

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My long standing fascination with the BMW 1150/12GSs is no secret to anyone who knows me. Outside of the sheer expense of obtaining one of the new big GSs, I also have a well documented fear of not being able to work with the big, tall, behemoth if I were to get it into a position that isn't "perfect". So I carry on with my someday pipedream and enjoy the fantasy of being able to handle the big GS on one foot, in loose gravel, facing downhill on a slope in the rain.

Then my dear friend whose name i will change to... um, let's see.. Craig... comes along with this: "This might be right up your alley...", "F800GS... Just your size.."

Do I need this shit from you, Craig? Do i need to know that the big lug of my misty eyed fantasy has a little brother that is just my size? And i know, i just KNOW it is dying to go home with me. I thought you were my friend but what do you do? You fill my obsessive mind with possibility. Now for the last few days I have been haunted by "maybe" and "I think there is room in the garage."

I'm in hell. I need to sell a kidney.

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