If a tree falls in the forest, does a bear poop in the woods?

Or… something like that.

What good is having a blog if no one reads it? Sure bloggers write for themselves but we strive to connect with others. That is the nature of the medium. I am always super glad to hear from you out there in the greater webby universe. I wish more of the readers would comment and say hello more often. (Yes, you.)

Though the title of my website is Fuzzygalore.com – Girlie Motorcycle Blog, I do have some content that skirts the edges of being entirely about motorcycles. Some of it is about travel destinations – which of course you could enjoy on your motorcycle, some is about the things I see when I’m riding my motorcycle and well let’s face it some of it is just about silly stuff that makes me laugh. By and large though, the content is derived from or is about motorcycles in one way or another.

And you may ask yourself: Well, how did I get here?

However you ended up here, thanks. I’m glad to have you on board. But, I am curious. Are you one of those people that found my site through any of these interesting search terms? 😉

• termites holding hands
• fussygalore
• fuzzy clams
• motorcycle themed fabric
• night light bulb fuzzy
• babes galore.com
• happy butt gif
• king pow
• motorcycle jump game where if u win u see a lady
• pictures of men with fuzzy butts
• two save motorcyclist trapped by burning bike story
• who’s it what’s it galore.com
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Fess up!

Sunday afternoon I had the opportunity to meet up with an old friend whom I haven’t seen in nearly 20 years. Meetings like that immediately make me take stock of my failures and shortcomings. I assume that people will take one look at me and run away pointing and laughing a laugh that sounds like Nelson from The Simpsons.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen. Instead, we hopped on the subway and spent a few hours strolling around downtown. I was armed with some semblance of a plan. I wanted to get a Tokidoki Cactus Pup for my daughter at Kidrobot on Prince Street. Alas, there was nary a pup to be had and we hit the bricks again.

We found ourselves in a really interesting store that I always enjoy checking out, called Evolution. We perused bugs, skeletons, butterflies, spiders. Everything in the store is really very fascinating. I guess given that we were having such a nice time, my dear friend thought it nice to buy me a gift on the way out of the store. Naturally, Crick-Ettes snacks would be the first thing that springs to mind.

The young girl at the register assured me that there were no guts or ‘weird things’ inside of the crickets. I must say, I didn’t feel overly grossed out or anything and it seemed like a safe bet if septum-ring girl said they were okay. So we stepped out on to the sidewalk, opened the pack and I ate my first cricket. And you know what…?

HARDCORE anticlimax. I guess I imagined a crunchy, bitter, nasty taste that would make me gag. Instead it was like a hollow and airy, super-duper light cheese puff. The flavor was distinctly reminiscent of a Purina cat chow nugget. Total. Letdown.

Is it just me or is that a lot of fat for a pack of bugs?