It may have been me.

On Wednesday I came down with a bit of a cold. Actually that's an understatement, it was a fucker of a cold. My head was plugged up, my throat was raw as hell and I couldn't sleep at night. Unfortunately another side affect of this cold was a dramatic lack of smell, which brings me to the purpose of this post.
About Wednesday night my wife started talking about an odor that she was noticing in the basement, not much else was said about it until today. Due to my lack of smell I hadn't noticed a thing but she hadn't forgotten about it. So before she went to work today she told me that the smell in the basement just had to be the batch of homemade wine that I was making. I told her that it was doubtful since it's only 1 gallon and that 1 gallon wouldn't smell up the whole basement. So while she was at work I figured lack of smell be damned I was going to find the culprit so I didn't have to get rid of my wine. I proceeded to move everything away from the walls, throw some shit away, sweep up the dust and dirt and still I couldn't figure out what the hell she was smelling. I almost started to think that it was my wine! Then I found it. On top of our freezer was a grocery sack that I had never noticed before. As soon as I opened it I knew what she was smelling. I don't think that there is a cold in the world that can keep the smell of rotting chicken breasts out of a persons nose. I wonder if they would have smelled better if the skin and the bones were still with them. It's hard to say which one of us put them up there but my guess is that it was me. I sometimes do things that I forget that I've done. Thank goodness I have a very understanding and forgiving wife.
So that's how I spent a perfectly good day that could've been spent riding. Hey but at least I get to keep my wine!

Good intentions and a decent base

So all last week was spent religiously watching the forecast hoping that Sunday would be nice enough to go for a ride, well it was. All of my hard work was rewarded by a ride on the Minnesota Valley Scenic Byway. My friend Doug, my brother Darin and I left town at 11:30 and boogied up to New Ulm to catch the byway and ride it back west. Then we went through Sleepy Eye, Cobden and Springfield on our way back home. All in all it was around 150 miles round trip. Not huge but a good time nonetheless (that's what she said). We stopped off at the bar in Searles for a burger and some beers which was a very good decision. The food was great and the beer was better. Of course anyplace that has Schells and Grain Belt on tap is aces with me. Up in that neck of the woods it's probably harder to find a place that doesn't have it though.
Before leaving that morning I made it a point to tell myself that I was going to take at least one picture along the way to put on here, I forgot. Maybe I was having too much fun to think about it or I've killed too many brain cells. Either way the thought was there and the intentions were good.
Even though I didn't get any pictures I did get a good base for my summertime coon eyes, and that's where it all begins.
Enjoy the day!

I'm sorry

I'm going to have to apologize to every biker in the tristate area. I'm pretty sure that this shitty weather is my fault. I just had to go and get a different bike last August that I desperately want to ride. If anyone from another part of the country is looking at this just take a gander at the weather in Minnesota and South Dakota lately. Wet and cold sums it up pretty good. I think I saw that Lead South Dakota got like 6 or 7 inches of snow over the weekend. I know there was snow in Duluth, and I had to scrape frost off of my windows on Sunday morning. We are rolling somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 degrees below normal. I understand that the snow doesn't really stick around for very long this time of year but c'mon, it's May for fucks sake. I just want to ride, is that so wrong?!
Anywho, I'm done now. Sunday is looking like 70 degrees, and I will take it.
LATER!

That smells wonderful!

So last night I had to help my friend load some hogs. Not the motorcycles but the animals. Now I grew up on a farm and have been around livestock of some sort my entire life, let me say that I just can't get used to the smell of pigs. It gets into your skin and stuck in your nose and that's all I can smell for 3 days after working with them. They actually loaded pretty easy and things went very smooth but for the love of Christ I can't get the smell out of my nose. Don't worry about me though I'll be fine. I'm just venting. Maybe I'll go for a ride tonight, that might help. Later!