The condo. Shoulda been an FJR sitting there, though. Bastages. Not that I’m BITTER or anything…
Wings, anyone?
Naw. Who could do that to these cuties?
Remember that nice shot from earlier, where the water was mirror-smooth? Well, this is what happens when the ride goes out.
Meanwhile, us manly-men were wrapping up our session of manly stuff. You know – chasing an infuriatingly incompetent little white ball around someone’s well-manicured lawn while belching, farting and cussing.
You know – manly stuff. It’s what we do.
Anyhow, after putting a wrap on our manly stuff (and holysweetbabyjayzus was it hot – Rich’s phone said it was 85 and felt like 101, and I’ll vouch that it felt like 101) and picking up some provisions (AKA beer), and swinging through the bank parking lot to make sure the FJR was OK (it was), we got back to condo and chilled (AKA drank some of the provisions) for a bit.
Ever have one of those “holy crap it’s a small world” moments? Lemme share one with you. One of the guys we got paired up with at the golf course said he was from Ohio. Rich and I, both also being from Ohio, shared where we were from.
Later, I asked the fella – I’ll call him Craig because, well, that’s his name – something that went like this:
Me: “So, Craig – you mentioned that you’re from Medina County. My wife grew up in Copley.”
Craig: “I’m from Copley.” He said that with an emphasis on I’m.
Copley is NOT a sprawling metropolis. More like a little burg outside of Akron, which isn’t really a sprawling metropolis, either, although that’s where Lebron is from. If you’ve never heard of Akron and never heard of Lebron … what the hell are you doing on the internet?!?
Anyway, Craig remembered my father-in-law, a retired middle-school music teacher, and my FIL remembered him.
And Craig graduated in 1970.
And they remembered each other.
Yep, kiddos, it’s a small fookin’ world.
So. Where were we?
Oh, yeah – this trbl (jes plain trbl) non-riding portion of this here ride report.
Rich and I went crabbing again. (I discovered that a most-awesome Dutch Harbor t-shirt that doesn’t dry out or get washed after being in the water while crabbing gets a certain … ah … “funk” to it. Trust me.)
Rich came out of the gates pretty strong, but I caught up pretty quick. Get it – ‘caught’ up? I crack myself up sometimes…
More yummy crustacean goodness relieved from the water.
It was nowhere near as overcast today.
Careful where ya step.
We had a supervisor.
Unfortunately, Sooze could not catch a pic of them, but we had dolphins swimming about 75 feet out or so. It was cool.