airboss
Well-known member
I retired May 31,2010, last day at work I'm free.
It's great, wake up in the morning pack up jump on the bike and go somewhere, or not. It's a me world I can do what I want. :yahoo:
Spent the whole summer riding. CFO, WFO, month in the Pacific North West, Numerous 1-2 day rides Ozarks, SW Wisconsin, Southern Indiana and a couple of trips to East Tennessee. What a life, I'm having a great time, never felt better in my life.
Then along comes the winds of November and the cold and the rain and maybe even a snow flurry or two. I find that I don't have a plan to fill the winter months. Got both bikes taken care of on the maintenance,cleaned them to the point that I'm afraid that if I keep polishing them the paints going to wear off. Starting to get bored, PMS (Parked Motorcycle Syndrome) is kicking in. :boredom:
So one day call up No. 1 Daughter with a lunch invitation, she says sure can she bring someone from work with her, I said OK, sure.
Turns out her friend from work was the transportation manager, the person responsible for getting the product to the end user, and since I spent 30 years doing the same thing we had a lot to talk about over lunch.
Only problem was by the time dessert arrived I found out that I had a job working for these people.
And the pay, the pay is fantastic, every time I climb into that van with a stat delivery for a hospital far, far away, I feel like I'm giving someone their life back.
It's great, wake up in the morning pack up jump on the bike and go somewhere, or not. It's a me world I can do what I want. :yahoo:
Spent the whole summer riding. CFO, WFO, month in the Pacific North West, Numerous 1-2 day rides Ozarks, SW Wisconsin, Southern Indiana and a couple of trips to East Tennessee. What a life, I'm having a great time, never felt better in my life.
Then along comes the winds of November and the cold and the rain and maybe even a snow flurry or two. I find that I don't have a plan to fill the winter months. Got both bikes taken care of on the maintenance,cleaned them to the point that I'm afraid that if I keep polishing them the paints going to wear off. Starting to get bored, PMS (Parked Motorcycle Syndrome) is kicking in. :boredom:
So one day call up No. 1 Daughter with a lunch invitation, she says sure can she bring someone from work with her, I said OK, sure.
Turns out her friend from work was the transportation manager, the person responsible for getting the product to the end user, and since I spent 30 years doing the same thing we had a lot to talk about over lunch.
Only problem was by the time dessert arrived I found out that I had a job working for these people.
And the pay, the pay is fantastic, every time I climb into that van with a stat delivery for a hospital far, far away, I feel like I'm giving someone their life back.
