Well, today, myself and the events coordinator for Greyhound Pets of America - Centeral NH Chapter took off into the wild blue yonder to do a test run of the poker run we'll be hosting this fall. We figured it would take about 2 1/2 to 3 hours to complete, although it took us over five hours to complete. At every checkpoint (Which will be a Petco) we stopped and went into the store to chit-chat. That guy doesn't ever stop talking!!! That's what took us so long, not to mention a side trip to his friends house to check on the construction of his inground pool, and to pet his Llamas. Which as soon as I saw the Llamas, the song "Walk The Llama" by the Rascal Flatts entered my head and I couldn't get rid of it for the rest of the ride. (Another reason I need a radio) Did I mention he never stops talking?? Guess that's why he's the events coordinator, and I just maintain the website... No need for me to talk to a computer screen.
Anyway, it was rather uneventful, 'cept waiting in line at a toll booth. (If ya never been to New England, bring LOTS of change!) We were behind a couple all decked out in black leather on a Harley, and the passenger was digging in the side saddle for some money. Unknowingly she dropped a ten dollar bill. I picked it up, rode up next to them and gave it back. At first they gave me a real strange look. Can't blame 'em, some freak on a freaky lookin' scooter/motorcycle waving a bill at 'em. I told 'em they dropped it, and they were very grateful. Was probably their gas money home. The guy asked who made my bike, I told him suzuki, and he said, "It's different looking!" I pulled back behind 'em, let them pay their toll, then I paid my toll... Thought about it for a second and thought, "eh... why not..." Pushed that little button that says 'Power' and took off like a bat outta hell. Waved at them as I passed, almost immediately the Harley guy downshifted and gunned his engine (How could you miss that sound??) but he didn't have a chance. Hehehe... Smoked another one. :twisted:
Fast forward a few hours...
Cruisin' down a country road, doin' about 55-60 when a dog decided to play chicken with me. I don't know about that dog, but I like my body parts right where they are. I must give thanks to Suzuki for not skimping on the brakes. Had they decided to put a single disk in the front, instead of the duals they have, I'd probably be in the hospital with parts of my body not where they should be. Not to mention, a funeral for the dog.
I was also thankful I took the time when I first got the bike to take it to an empty parking lot and practice some high speed braking to get used to the bike.
Did I mention, he talks too much? :shock:
Anyway, it was rather uneventful, 'cept waiting in line at a toll booth. (If ya never been to New England, bring LOTS of change!) We were behind a couple all decked out in black leather on a Harley, and the passenger was digging in the side saddle for some money. Unknowingly she dropped a ten dollar bill. I picked it up, rode up next to them and gave it back. At first they gave me a real strange look. Can't blame 'em, some freak on a freaky lookin' scooter/motorcycle waving a bill at 'em. I told 'em they dropped it, and they were very grateful. Was probably their gas money home. The guy asked who made my bike, I told him suzuki, and he said, "It's different looking!" I pulled back behind 'em, let them pay their toll, then I paid my toll... Thought about it for a second and thought, "eh... why not..." Pushed that little button that says 'Power' and took off like a bat outta hell. Waved at them as I passed, almost immediately the Harley guy downshifted and gunned his engine (How could you miss that sound??) but he didn't have a chance. Hehehe... Smoked another one. :twisted:
Fast forward a few hours...
Cruisin' down a country road, doin' about 55-60 when a dog decided to play chicken with me. I don't know about that dog, but I like my body parts right where they are. I must give thanks to Suzuki for not skimping on the brakes. Had they decided to put a single disk in the front, instead of the duals they have, I'd probably be in the hospital with parts of my body not where they should be. Not to mention, a funeral for the dog.
I was also thankful I took the time when I first got the bike to take it to an empty parking lot and practice some high speed braking to get used to the bike.
Did I mention, he talks too much? :shock:
