Just a man, a Harley, and a Pomeranian

archetypicalone:

This reminds me of my other half (@bitterer) who is determined to one day have our little pom come riding with us. So sweet to see this little guy riding around with their human.

Originally posted on Jo A. Richardson:

Saw this handsome gent, and his Harley-riding owner, at a rest stop on Highway 98 outside of Carrabelle, FL. Just goes to show you that opposites do, indeed, attract.

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Miss me yet?

I certainly hope not :) its been quite quiet around mi casa lately, spending some time getting some of our possessions organised and letting go of things we dont need – not ready to tackle our garage yet tho!
Stella did get a new rear tyre last Saturday, which had been a great relief – the tyre wasnt too bad but was down to marker in one bit and just felt a bit skittery so no point delaying, on with a new one. I was very happy with the performance of the Dunlop Q3’s so had that fitted again, but might investigate what else is around next time they come due. Life is all about variety!
I’m still enjoying the Duke, and the spring weather has been fucking beautiful. If only I could rid the world of wattle (a hayfever inducing native plant for any international readers) I would be far happier being out in this lovely weather.

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Random picture of a random canon firing from when I was in Adelaide for work last week. Ka-BOOM!

Lunch at the beach

I really have very boring post titles. I did originally call this ‘the day of annoying zombie drivers and police at opportune times’ but that didn’t look quite right. Anyway, on with the day.

It was decided last night that we were going to pack a couple of sandwiches and find somewhere nice to eat them for lunch today. Verbal heads or tails determined that we were going to do a Two Mountains loop (down the Clyde Mt and back up Brown Mt) and at some point, we’d stop somewhere scenic and eat our yummy yummy sangas. This is different from our usual rides as we either plan to go have lunch somewhere, or end up quickly scoffing a servo pie etc while trying to figure exactly how much day light was left and where we were going to be when we ran out of it. (This time of year, if its more than an hour from home – the last possible fuel stops before Canberra – it means creative ways to keep warm. Newspaper and rubber gloves do help, I can attest.) So this a was bit novel and a little exciting. Thank God for cheap entertainment lol.

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Always a good day when this bag is strapped on the back of a motorbike

We actually got away quite early for us, and despite the traffic doing its best to thwart us at every turn, got down to Batemans Bay before midday. We were having a dream run down the Clyde, until the first hairpin where we caught up to a caravan and a boat :/. Got around them eventually but this interruption marked the begining of the downfall.
While fueling up in the Bay, we decided Narooma would be a beautiful place for our samdwiches, and set off. The Princes Highway is a lovely, bendy, engaging piece of road you can not afford to not pay 100% attention to. Its quite a fatal bit of road for its beauty, but to be fair most of the issues are with the drivers, not the road. So I got quite annoyed with the several drivers that were going well under the speed limit, except when there was an overtaking lane approaching, and weren’t paying enough attention to keep to their lane positioning. It drives me nuts when they’re all over the lane and either wandering into oncoming traffic or off onto the shoulder (thanks for the gravel shower you douche) and then go ‘oh no I will not let you pass!’ Well why the fuck not? I just want to get away from your scary shit!
But thankfully, most of the police came by while we were stuck behind slow people, and they didn’t see us overtaking.
But anyway, this is where we had lunch.

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Why no dogs??

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Gorgeous but overexposed and unable to fix on phone :/

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Correct colors

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Mine?

I was sitting on an old salt eaten bench, with my sandwich in my lap taking that last photo, and could’ve stayed there all day. No wind, warm but not hot, bright but not glarey, and the smell of salt water heavy in the air. Just glorious.

But alas, our sandwiches were soon comsumed, the day was getting away and it was time for us to move on.

We continued down the Princes into Bega (home of the cheese! The town literally stinks!) for fuel and then back out for the run up Brown Mt. Great fun, the road was very quiet, until we got to a hairpin and on the other side was Mr Plod, slowly labouring the non HWP vehicle up the mountain. Bye fun, see you next time. When they caught up to an even slower horse float and made no move to overtake, we stopped for a roadside break. We then caught up to then again about 50km further up the road, behind a terrified Mitsubitshi doing between 80 and 100. We did that dance as long as we could (prob 20km) before slowly and carefully overtaking. The cop seemed happy to let us go and made no move to follow so we continued on, on the speed limit, and quickly left then behind. I wonder how long he lasted behind that magna lol.

A quick, chilly shower and a couple of hmmm moments regarding the ‘range to empty’ display on the Duke and we were home.

Currywurst for dinner, and bed sleep zzzzz. Over 500km, and not enough water lol.

Lunch at the beach

I really have very boring post titles. I did originally call this ‘the day of annoying zombie drivers and police at opportune times’ but that didn’t look quite right. Anyway, on with the day.

It was decided last night that we were going to pack a couple of sandwiches and find somewhere nice to eat them for lunch today. Verbal heads or tails determined that we were going to do a Two Mountains loop (down the Clyde Mt and back up Brown Mt) and at some point, we’d stop somewhere scenic and eat our yummy yummy sangas. This is different from our usual rides as we either plan to go have lunch somewhere, or end up quickly scoffing a servo pie etc while trying to figure exactly how much day light was left and where we were going to be when we ran out of it. (This time of year, if its more than an hour from home – the last possible fuel stops before Canberra – it means creative ways to keep warm. Newspaper and rubber gloves do help, I can attest.) So this a was bit novel and a little exciting. Thank God for cheap entertainment lol.

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Always a good day when this bag is strapped on the back of a motorbike

We actually got away quite early for us, and despite the traffic doing its best to thwart us at every turn, got down to Batemans Bay before midday. We were having a dream run down the Clyde, until the first hairpin where we caught up to a caravan and a boat :/. Got around them eventually but this interruption marked the begining of the downfall.
While fueling up in the Bay, we decided Narooma would be a beautiful place for our samdwiches, and set off. The Princes Highway is a lovely, bendy, engaging piece of road you can not afford to not pay 100% attention to. Its quite a fatal bit of road for its beauty, but to be fair most of the issues are with the drivers, not the road. So I got quite annoyed with the several drivers that were going well under the speed limit, except when there was an n overtaking lane approaching, and weren’t posing enough attention to keep to their lane positioning. It success me nuts when they’re all over the lane and either wandering into oncoming traffic or off onto the shoulder (thanks for the gravel shower you douche) and then go ‘oh no I will not let you pass!’ Well why the fuck not? Just want to get away from your scary shit!
But thankfully, most of the police came by while we were stuck behind slow people, and they didn’t see us overtaking.
But anyway, this is where we had lunch.

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Why no dogs??

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Gorgeous but overexposed and unable to fix on phone :/

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Correct colors

image

Mine?

I was sitting on an old salt eaten bench, with my sandwich in my lap taking that last photo, and could’ve stayed there all day. No wind, warm but not hot, bright but not glarey, and the smell of salt water heavy in the air. Just glorious.

But alas, our sandwiches were soon comsumed, the day was getting away and it was time for us to move on.

We continued down the Princes into Bega (home of the cheese! The town literally stinks!) for fuel and then back out for the run up Brown Mt. Great fun, the road was very quiet, until we got to a hairpin and on the other side was Mr Plod, slowly labouring the non HWP vehicle up the mountain. Bye fun, see you next time. When they caught up to an even shower horse float and made no move to overtake, we stopped for a roadside break. We then caught up to then again about 50km further up the road, behind a terrified Mitsubitshi doing between 80 and 100. We did that dance as long as we could (prob 20km) before slowly and carefully overtaking. The chop seemed happy to let us go and made no move to follow so we continued on, on the speed limit, and quickly left then behind. I wonder how long he lasted behind that magna lol.

A quick, chilly shower and a couple of hmmm moments regarding the ‘range to empty’ display on the Duke and we were home.

Currywurst for dinner, and bed sleep zzzzz. Over 500km, and not enough water lol.

Yellow & Grey Decor

archetypicalone:

I’m fucking loving acid yellow and grey right now – and I have no idea why. I’m far from a sunshiny happy person, but I see the pairing of different shades of grey mixed with the caustic yellow and think ‘I could totally have that in my house. I bet I could even get my purple couch to work in, if I had the right shade of yellow.’ WTF is wrong with me? I fucking hate yellow.

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Sorry, I suck

Yeah I’ve missed several days. My bad. Quick summary – rode to work on both bikes, Stella feels super heavy, wide and front brake feels right at the top which could be nasty if I don’t watch it – difference between ABS and non ABS I guess. The Duke’s front brake feels spongy, but comes on progressively with good feel past the initial stage, and makes the Triples feels like it about 2mm into the lever travel lol. But I still love her.
Bikram is hard. 3 classes this week, and I’m limping around tonight as I overstretched my leg and upset an off-on problem with my calf. I feel great after but like I’m dying during the 90 min class. I guess its something to build up to.
It’s not been freezing cold this week, if you call -4 not freezing lol :)

Bring on the weekend!

Skully AR-1 – Smart Motorcycle helmet funding now.

archetypicalone:

Would love one. Sadly, will probably never make it to Oz :/

Originally posted on Take The Next Turn:

The Skully AR-1 is a new Smart Motorcycle helmet that has the form and function to make smart helmets something mainstream. The design of the helmet is phenomenal in my opinion, and I’m just wondering if it’s appropriate to buy one to use in the car. The project is currently being funded over on indiegogo where you can find out more or get your very own for the low low price of $1599.

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Oh wow, that sucked!

No riding today, we had a nice quiet day at home baking and so forth, until we went to bikram yoga. My first time at bikram, OHs second time. First time was yesterday. We are participating in a study of the cardiovascular effects on bikram in sedentary adults (which we both are, by nature of being desk jockeys) and it ended up with me in control and OH in study group….yeah. So I thought I should have a go after the reaction…..holy hell. Oww. I haven’t sweated so much ever. And my head is pounding – a normal thing for the first time apparantly but man, it’s pretty nasty. Everything feels all stretched and relaxed, just not my head.
I apologised to him so much lol.