Well, That Was Fun!
Back to the Blog after time off and a trip on the bike up to Arizona’s Rim country to attend a BMW Motorcycle Rally on the outskirts of beautiful Heber Arizona.
Rallies have changed some since I started riding to them nearly forty years ago, but basically the project is still to ride three or four hundred miles (some do more) and camp for the weekend with other motorcyclists. Then kick lies and tell tires.
There may be field events, poker run, and awards for such accomplishments as being the youngest rider or the oldest rider, but the main event is meeting old friends, and "old" is the operational adjective. The "sweeties" of what seems only yesterday have become matronly, and the guys are beginning to lean bellies over the belt. But they continue to ride and in this subculture that is all that matters.
God knows it matters to me, I do love it so.
Something Not Fun
I notice that Ashcroft and the Bush gang have trotted out the old "Watch Out For Terrorist Attacks" hustle again. Am I the only one who notices that these warnings seem to float when the poll numbers for the Doofus In Chief start to sag and the only string to the re-election bow is the war on terror?
What a bunch of hippo poop. Something might happen, we don’t know what exactly, or where, or when, and we don’t need to change the alert color, but we’re on the job keeping you safe. What’s the point? And can’t we sort of figure out for ourselves that in a summer with lots of important events scheduled we might expect, maybe, possibly, this would be a sort of good time to blow something up, or spray it with ricin?
These guys are like a burglary detail that can only warn us that burglaries are possible but never catch any burglars.
