A few weeks ago, I came home after a long day at work and to my surprise, I found a visitor on my doorstep…
Seems he had traveled all the way from Australia to come and visit me in California.
So being the good hostess, I invited him in. He was very gentlemanly and told some great stories of his adventures. He made himself at home right off the bat.
He said he was hungry and asked what was for dinner… I told him to get his butt out to the kitchen and help out! He’s not a bad cook but he did welch out on doing the dishes… bastid!
I asked if he’d like to accompany me to a gathering of motorcycle friends that evening and he eagerly agreed. He had told me he was shy (I’ve learned the quiet ones are the ones you gotta watch out for!) but he seemed to be quite the party animal this particular evening and fit right in.
He went outside and checked out some of the bikes that were parked in the back…
He was a big hit with the ladies…
After a few beers, he started to get out of hand… literally and figuratively! I looked around for him and found him in some very, um, interesting places…
I decided it was time to get him out of there before he got into some real trouble so we headed back home… had to be up early to lead a ride to Coalinga the next day so needed my rest. Up early and out to the garage and what do I find… ok, ok, you can come along.
First stop of the day… very important fueling!
And then we were off to Hollister and a jaunt out Hwy 25, one of my favorites… I kept hearing noises from the back and it was the Little Guy squealing with delight as we carved through the turns, back and forth, left and right.
We stopped for a break at the junction of 25 and 198… he saw this speed limit sign and for some reason laughed so hard that he fell over! He’s a strange one for sure…
Seems he has a thing for redheads…
We zipped into Coalinga along 198 and stopped at a local park for a picnic lunch… he hadn’t brought his own lunch so mooched off of others.
It was a great day and he thoroughly enjoyed himself… but he was pretty tired after all the excitement so I tucked him in and said good night. I’m not sure how much sleep he got on the couch… there was a lot of interest from the furry critters that live in my abode…
Samantha finally settled in and kept him company for the evening
The next day, I took my daughter, Shannon, and her bff to Santa Cruz for a day at the beach. They enjoyed OM’s witty banter while we had brunch at Zelda’s in Capitola.
He took a moment to enjoy the view of the colorful beach front summer retreats along the beach…
He rolled on out to the end of a cement pier and stared out into the ocean… I heard him mumbling something about flying but I wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
We then headed over to Santa Cruz to see the wharf…
It was really windy out on the pier, so Shannon gave him a little support so he didn’t end up in the drink… he enjoyed the view of the Boardwalk and didn’t crab about anything.
He tried to commandeer this boat but, since it was firmly planted on top of the wharf, he didn’t have much luck.
We listened to some music… this guy was actually pretty good…
Chatted bikes with this dude… I love to see big burly men get all gaa gaa for their little girls!
I was doing some window shopping and when I turned around, OM had gone missing… I searched everywhere and finally found him here…
I said, let’s go for a walk on the beach and take some pics… it’s a blast to watch the little kids at the beach playing the time honored “chase the wave out, run screaming when it comes back in” game!
I was going to point something out to OM but when I turned around, he was gone again. Hey, where’d he go now??
I’d had enough of Mr. Lech for one day, so we headed back home.
The following week, I became the proud owner of my new-to-me ’02 FZ1. I took it in and got new tires and decided to do a fact finding mission with a friend up 49 for the day to see what it could do in the twisties. Again, I went out to the garage and found a certain someone had already made his way out there… I said, um, no I don’t think so, buddy… you get to ride ***** on this one!
He was bitching about how cold it was so I finally tucked him in the top bag… wuss.
While he really liked the FZ1, for some reason he REALLY liked my friend’s bike… I’m not sure why.
We had a great romp in the Sierras and then I settled in at my friends’, Donna and Gary, in Sacramento where I was staying for the night. They fed us, gave us adult beverages to quaff, and Gary seemed really taken by OM. He does seem to have a way about him, doesn’t he?
So, we’ve been enjoying having him around, taking a few trips here and there, watching Gilmore Girls, chatting about the world in general… and then last week I found this one on my doorstep…
And that’s when the real trouble began…
To be continued… I gotta go clean up the kitchen… :glare:
Seems he had traveled all the way from Australia to come and visit me in California.
So being the good hostess, I invited him in. He was very gentlemanly and told some great stories of his adventures. He made himself at home right off the bat.
He said he was hungry and asked what was for dinner… I told him to get his butt out to the kitchen and help out! He’s not a bad cook but he did welch out on doing the dishes… bastid!
I asked if he’d like to accompany me to a gathering of motorcycle friends that evening and he eagerly agreed. He had told me he was shy (I’ve learned the quiet ones are the ones you gotta watch out for!) but he seemed to be quite the party animal this particular evening and fit right in.
He went outside and checked out some of the bikes that were parked in the back…
He was a big hit with the ladies…
After a few beers, he started to get out of hand… literally and figuratively! I looked around for him and found him in some very, um, interesting places…
I decided it was time to get him out of there before he got into some real trouble so we headed back home… had to be up early to lead a ride to Coalinga the next day so needed my rest. Up early and out to the garage and what do I find… ok, ok, you can come along.
First stop of the day… very important fueling!
And then we were off to Hollister and a jaunt out Hwy 25, one of my favorites… I kept hearing noises from the back and it was the Little Guy squealing with delight as we carved through the turns, back and forth, left and right.
We stopped for a break at the junction of 25 and 198… he saw this speed limit sign and for some reason laughed so hard that he fell over! He’s a strange one for sure…
Seems he has a thing for redheads…
We zipped into Coalinga along 198 and stopped at a local park for a picnic lunch… he hadn’t brought his own lunch so mooched off of others.
It was a great day and he thoroughly enjoyed himself… but he was pretty tired after all the excitement so I tucked him in and said good night. I’m not sure how much sleep he got on the couch… there was a lot of interest from the furry critters that live in my abode…
Samantha finally settled in and kept him company for the evening
The next day, I took my daughter, Shannon, and her bff to Santa Cruz for a day at the beach. They enjoyed OM’s witty banter while we had brunch at Zelda’s in Capitola.
He took a moment to enjoy the view of the colorful beach front summer retreats along the beach…
He rolled on out to the end of a cement pier and stared out into the ocean… I heard him mumbling something about flying but I wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
We then headed over to Santa Cruz to see the wharf…
It was really windy out on the pier, so Shannon gave him a little support so he didn’t end up in the drink… he enjoyed the view of the Boardwalk and didn’t crab about anything.
He tried to commandeer this boat but, since it was firmly planted on top of the wharf, he didn’t have much luck.
We listened to some music… this guy was actually pretty good…
Chatted bikes with this dude… I love to see big burly men get all gaa gaa for their little girls!
I was doing some window shopping and when I turned around, OM had gone missing… I searched everywhere and finally found him here…
I said, let’s go for a walk on the beach and take some pics… it’s a blast to watch the little kids at the beach playing the time honored “chase the wave out, run screaming when it comes back in” game!
I was going to point something out to OM but when I turned around, he was gone again. Hey, where’d he go now??
I’d had enough of Mr. Lech for one day, so we headed back home.
The following week, I became the proud owner of my new-to-me ’02 FZ1. I took it in and got new tires and decided to do a fact finding mission with a friend up 49 for the day to see what it could do in the twisties. Again, I went out to the garage and found a certain someone had already made his way out there… I said, um, no I don’t think so, buddy… you get to ride ***** on this one!
He was bitching about how cold it was so I finally tucked him in the top bag… wuss.
While he really liked the FZ1, for some reason he REALLY liked my friend’s bike… I’m not sure why.
We had a great romp in the Sierras and then I settled in at my friends’, Donna and Gary, in Sacramento where I was staying for the night. They fed us, gave us adult beverages to quaff, and Gary seemed really taken by OM. He does seem to have a way about him, doesn’t he?
So, we’ve been enjoying having him around, taking a few trips here and there, watching Gilmore Girls, chatting about the world in general… and then last week I found this one on my doorstep…
And that’s when the real trouble began…
To be continued… I gotta go clean up the kitchen… :glare:
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