When I got up and let the dog out this morning, it didn’t seem especially cold out. So, after having two cups o’ joe, I decided to suit up and ride over to the post office.
For some reason, the expression “haulin’ the mail” was stuck in my head all morning. I don’t know why that happens. It’s like you wake up with your brain in sponge-mode and it’s just dying for something to get lodged in there. You just never know what that something will be.
So with haulin’ the mail lyrically dancing through my mind over and over, going to get the actual mail seemed like as good a plan as any.
And wouldn’t you know it? One of my holiday greetings was a picture card of my friend riding at Deal’s Gap in the same way people send pictures of their kids – only not involving awful plaid outfits. Right on, ride on!
Since I was already out, I continued on to the big duck to pick up the ADVRider Tag-o-Rama tag. You know how much I love that silly duck. Unfortunately, I opted to wear my regular winter gloves versus my Gerbing gloves because I’m a moron. In the 60 mile round trip it hovered around 30 degrees and I had to pull over several times to let my frozen digits warm up next to the Ural’s big jugs. It’s just so dumb. I’ve got heated gloves, for cryin’ out loud!
Even though my fingers were aching from the cold, it felt great to be out. I’m on vacation until the New Year and it seemed like the perfect way to christen my time off.
When I first started hanging around with the cute blonde guy who lives here and does all the heavy lifting around the house, we were both in relationships with sexy Italian birds. He went for the blonde and I was really in to the redhead.
I spotted this pic as I scrolled through iPhoto tonight. Aprilia, Ducati, Big Duck, Backhoe. Perfectly normal, right?
Did you spot…the PAY PHONE?! A real, live pay phone. Well, not live live, but you know what I mean. Who knew they were still around in 2003?
Here is another one from the way back machine – this time from April 2003. Kenny’s Aprilia Falco and my Ducati 996 at Long Island’s Big Duck.
Italian motorcycles and giant roadside animals… love was bound to happen.
I don’t know if I am just a creature of habit, a 1 trick pony or what? But, there are a few landmarks here on Long Island that I cannot ride by without stopping to take a photo.
While out for a ride to enjoy the unseasonably warm December weather, I stopped in some of my favorite spots on my way east. Again.
Exhibit A: The big black bull in Manorville.
I don’t mean to stop and peer over the fence to look at the giant metal bull, it just happens. There are usually a couple furry-legged horses there in the corral that look at me like I’m an idiot when I do.
“Oh, brother. There’s the lady again. I wonder if she knows that Angus isn’t real?”
Exhibit B: The Big Duck of Flanders
The duck has some kind of magnetic field that pulls me right in. It very well could be a tractor beam emitted from its red eyes.
It never changes. It’s the same duck it’s been since the first time I saw it and yet… can’t pass it by.
It is impossible for me not to stop whenever I pass the Big Duck. I just love it.