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Visiting Santa Claus in Indiana

Visiting Santa Claus in Indiana

“Holy shit!”

When I crested the camels hump of a hill, the suspension on the Tiger completely unloaded leaving in its wake an unnerving floating sensation. During that millisecond of weightless hang-time strangely enough there’s plenty of time to contemplate your own idiocy. Maybe I should’ve slowed down. I hope I don’t leave a crater when I come back to Earth.  But, safety third! I was on a mission. A mission to see Santa.

The reason that something sets up shop inside my already cluttered mind is a mystery to me. I don’t recall where, when or why I learned that there is a town in Indiana called Santa Claus. It seems like it’s been part of the landscape of my mind forever. Further testament that the internet is rotting my brain, I’m sure.

Pulling in to Santa Claus (that sounds realllllly weird) on Columbus Day the town had the stink of this is a vacation town and vacation time is over on it. There was no one around. There were no cars on the road, the amusement park was closed, parking lots were barren. Griswolds at Wallyworld.

Stabbing at my GPS, I found the post office and rode towards it. I wanted to send a couple of postcards. When I pulled in to the lot, I did a quick ride through to get my bearings. Though the post office closed for the holiday, I could still drop my cards in the outgoing mail since I’ve taken to keeping stamps in my wallet like an 85-year old woman.

Circling through the parking lot again, I parked at the supermarket a few doors down. Front and center was a rack of postcards that I could see right through the window. It was my lucky day.

Sitting out front on a wooden picnic table (why doesn’t every store do this?!) I wrote out my postcards and basked in feeling deliriously pleased with myself that my daughter Chloe would be getting a card postmarked from Santa Claus. Someday I hope these dumb things give her a chuckle. In the meantime, I’ll just make do with her breezy “cool, mom” affirmations. I’m sure it’s hard to know what to say when your mom is a fruitcake.

When I finished up my scribbles, I walked back to my bike and readied to shove off towards Kentucky. Standing there, rolling my squishy earplugs a pickup truck pulled up next to me with a smiling man filling the driver’s side window.

“I saw you when you pulled in before. Had to come over and see where that license plate is from. Where you comin’ from?”

“I live in New York, on Long Island.”

“I ain’t never seen no Long Island license plate before!”

A minor geographical oversight that didn’t’ bear correcting. What did it matter? I just smiled at him and then to his lady in the passenger seat.

For all of his grinning and curiosity, she had a bit of a puss on her. He chirped away asking questions about what I was doing and if I’d be spending some time in town. She would chime in with abrupt, sour fragments like, “okay, then” and “alright, now” that seemed like shortened ways of saying “would you stop talking to this chick and get us home? I’m missin’ my stories!”

When he finally exhausted his questions (or grew tired of her not-so-subtle needling) the man in the pickup truck wished me safe travels and closed with a “Welcome to southern Indiana!” 

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

5 Ugly Motorcycles I Would Not Want to Ride

5 Ugly Motorcycles I Would Not Want to Ride

We’ve all heard the adage – it’s not what you ride, it’s that you ride. These 5 bikes are exceptions to that rule. Beauty is skin deep but ugly is to the bone!

The Ducati Indiana

Clearly someone must’ve forgotten their medication when they agreed to slap the Ducati badge on this beast. Crap handling and hideous looks. We’ve got a winner! …for bike I’d never want to ride.

Ducati Indiana

Photo Credit: MotorcycleClassics.com

Dan Gurney Alligator

What. The. HELL? Recumbent must be Latin for “looks retarded.”
Dan Gurney Alligator

Gurney Alligator Barber Motorsports Museum

Morbidelli V8

Oh, hell no!

Morbidelli V8

I think I’ve seen that ugly mug somewhere before. Am I right?

Star Wars Sand People

Aprilia Moto 6.5

Any motorcycle that makes me think of clowns is inherently frightening. Stick to designing kettles, Starck. The motorcycle game isn’t for you.

Wikipedia – Philippe Starck

Aprilia Moto 6.5 Designed by Starck

Honda Rune

Seriously? Rune? Roo-in? Ruin? How fitting.

This bike looks so long that I bet you could be where you’re leaving from and be where you’re going at the same time.
Honda Rune

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