More Help From My Friends

A few months back I commented on the declining sartorial splendor of my personal day-to-day garments, the despair into which my daily choice of dress had fallen, that is to say, my motorcycle t-shirt selection was in tatters.  In sympathy, my old friend Jac, over at Lehman Hill blog, came through with a special Harley t-shirt for me which, unfortunately, leaked oil on my garage floor.

A little later (yes, I'm tardy in writing this) Bobskoot, the sandal wearing photographer, Master of Eggs Benedict, and proprietor extraordinaire at Riding the Wet Coast blog, arranged another t-shirt for me, this time a select event model from the vintage Cannonball Run coast-to-coast ride for pre-1930 bikes.  Bob knew I wasn't much given to the flaming-skeletons-riding-a-chopper motif  and selected something properly tasteful and vintage looking for me.  Bob's a classy guy.  He wrote "I have to make sure you have decent clothes to wear, can't have you riding without some form of cotton protection."  

As Bob lives in the exotic and frozen land of British Columbia, Canada, and to make mailing easier since the shirt started life in the USA anyway, he passed the shirt off to Brad at Troubadour on a Tiger blog for mailing to me.  In due course the shirt arrived and now graces my manly and newly svelte physique.  No, you can't see a picture of me naked but I have lost weight.

 
One of the very best parts of blogging is the people we connect with through the blogs. I hope one day I get a chance to meet Bob and Brad in person.  

Thank you Bob and Brad.  You guys are the best.

New Girlfriend

This post has to do with motorcycles only in the sense that we all know that life is more than motorcycles.  Life is also dogs, and for me specifically, Corgis.

Four month old Sparkle grabs the camera strap to help steady the shot

Pembroke Welsh Corgi puppy face

Like me, she's into low stress

The Three Musketeers
Gromit, Doug, and Sparkle

My new sweetheart is Sparkle, AKA Bramanor Black Diamond, a four month old Pembroke Welsh Corgi, the same breed as my 2 1/2 year old pal Gromit.  Gromit is actually Sparkles "uncle" and both are related to my first two Corgis that I lost in 2009.  I like the continuity of that.

“Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.” - Thomas Merton