Well, I Missed It. I Missed It All.

... except for Friday night's screening of Larry Crowne (which I keep wanting to call "Larry Craig," for some reason, which makes me larf momentarily, inwardly). Yes, I have been in a fiercely antisocial mood for days, and avoided all human contact, preferring the company of cats, online (play-money) poker and the open road. Who can say why? Probably some fucked-up shit about serotonin that no one really understands very well, I'm guessing.

At any rate, I really want to apologize to all my scooter people for being a complete non-participant these last few days. Working the shop today really snapped me right out of it, but not enough for me to remember that we had a meetup scheduled for tonight, apparently. My first clue came when Ross texted me, and it didn't sink in until I saw his post about the meetup some minutes later, online. D'oh! So, I apologize to him, 'cause I was just bitching to him about the lame-ass levels of participation we've been getting lately... and then I forget to show up, altogether!

And really, big apologies to Jason, who is so sharing of his time, and to whom I owe small money (and larger debts of gratitude for his free advice and support in regards to my starting The Business) who put together the ride to Antique Archaeology for Saturday morning, and for which I was a no-show. And also to Willy, who, along with his enchanting wife and awesome infant son, hosted a cookout Saturday night less than three miles from my place... and again, I stayed home in my black cloud of "Piss Off, World"-ness.

Anyway, it's all temporary, and I'm getting back on track getting this demon stuffed back in its little box. So, I'll see you soon.

In the meantime, the graphic above is meant to piss off the oil companies, who despite record fucking profits -- and I mean profits that have never been seen in the HISTORY OF HUMAN EXISTENCE -- still seemingly have the support of Republican legislators to suckle at the taxpayers' collective tit, in case you haven't been following the news (which might explain in large part why I am so fucking pissed at the world... maybe I need to be ignorant, and maybe bliss will follow).
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Holler Day!

A lot is going on this weekend, and it's all anarchy, all the time! No central planning!

First, Junior is spearheading a group ride to see the 7:20 Larry Crowne screening this evening at The Hollywood 27 in 100 Oaks. Tomorrow morning, Jason is gathering the gang at 9:30 a.m. at Bongo Java Belmont, for a ride to the new Antique Archaeology store opening in Marathon Village (the guy from American Pickers owns the store, and is apparently a big scooter fan), and from there to the Saturday cookout at Bloodworth Motorsports. Then, a ride down the Trace, and back to Sylvan Park for Willy's backyard cookout.

Whoa.
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Thanks, Ed

... for sharing this photo of me being a bad example to all riders, everywhere. :)
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Mardi Gras Parade

Simultaneous posting on the cat blog and the scooter blog... unpossible? No! MAGIC.

It was a cold and miserable day, and I'm glad Ross was out of town, 'cause if he hadn't been, I likely would have kept my comfy ass indoors all day. 37°F all day, so not the ideal for a scooter ride. The kids loved the scooters, the beads (oh, the beads) and the horsies. I nearly fell over several times, trying to liberate beads from my mirrors and the bag I had tied to my curry hook.

If you get a minute, here's the full spread of photos I took, today.

This was the first time Alton had put together something like this, so we hope we're invited back next year. It was fun!

SPECIAL KYMCOJONES UPDATE: I quack me up.

DAY AFTER UPDATE: Here's the only photo that appeared on The Tennessean's web site that showed some scooters during the parade action. I just happened to be in the foreground.


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The Ride Today

... was frickin' epic. This woman is the most dedicated scooter person in Nashville, and if we can sell 10 t-shirts this week, we'll tell "the rest of the story."

I will, however tell my story. It was a good one. I used a borrowed scooter, since BRU (or now, "Big HOT Ugly") was clearly not up to this 117-mile epic trek on a day like today.

What will I say about this? Well, the scooter performed very well. It was the same displacement as BRU (or "BHU," as it is), and rode much the same way without the annoying overheating issues. One thing I really liked about it was the comfort level -- it has a "feet-forward" riding position which I really dug, and a seat that puts more pressure on the tailbone than the "taint," so to speak. So, it's a winner on long rides, from that standpoint, hands (or taint!) down.

In other awesome news, I have to thank Marty for filling up the borrowed scooter for me, and to the nice woman in the photo above for buying me my first meal at the Loveless Cafe, which was (fittingly) biscuits and gravy.
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Selected Hot Dog Run Photos

The lot at East Side Scooters starts filling up. We had 31 riders on 28 scooters... not a bad turnout. 62°F and sunny the whole afternoon.

Some of the riders stuff their faces at I Dream Of Weenie, Nashvile's only full-service weenery (so they say).


Hot dogs and Twitter -- a natural combination in the scooter universe, of course.

That bad boy to the right is called the Diet Starts Tomorrow Dog, served at The Dog of Nashville. Deep fried dog, wrapped in bacon, smothered in cheese sauce. Yummmmmmmm-O.
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Save Cowboy Keith

If you're in or near Nashville, please consider coming for this Sunday's benefit to help defray Keith Thompson's medical bills. 

As flat-busted as I am, I found a few items to donate to the silent auction, and will be attending the Poker Run, which starts at noon, Sunday.

All the deets are here. Go look at all the cool items for the auction, and... hope to see ya there!

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