Merry Christmas!
And since tolerance precludes harsh words for those who might want to force political correctness on others, here’s a chance to at least laugh at ’em…
(There’s no video action, only audio…)
Monthly Archives: December 2009
casting about: 2009-12-10
- Seems that L.A. can take your water, but never your sunshine: http://tinyurl.com/yd7yumo
- After all that, not much water in the snow that fell on the Sierras last week: http://tinyurl.com/ybt8nyp
- Sweet new old school bike: http://tinyurl.com/yd9wgde
casting about: 2009-12-04
- The new ‘canaries’ of global warming?
- Carp moving into the Great Lakes: http://tinyurl.com/y9npnsl
- Aspens growing like crazy: http://tinyurl.com/ydqyqfg
- The Tiger Woods story is proving the argument that fly fishing could get better publicity with more sex appeal: http://tinyurl.com/yehs57q
- A new addition to the Christmas wish list for myself or any California fly fisher: http://tinyurl.com/yc8ko7q
sniff, sniff
From the Coincidental Smells Department: On the ride home yesterday I ended up riding behind a semi hauling cattle. (Referencing yesterday’s comment, “It’s not a bad thing, because when I’m riding, I seem to see so much more; smell so much more…“)
riding is like fishing…kind of…
Winter’s around the bend, frost is on the roofs and the heater’s kickin’ in every morning. You’d think that would be a very clear sign that it’s time to hang up the helmet and dump fuel stabilizer in the motorcycle tank.
But no. Seems I’m hooked. Just a bit.
It’s like fishing, when I tell myself I’ll leave a fishing spot after just one more cast, a cast that never comes. Every time I hook the Honda up to the battery tender, I lie to myself saying, “Self, time to put the bike away for the winter.” A day or two later I’m waiting for the engine to warm up for another ride.
It’s been cold in the a.m., no more than 40°F. Often less. Then almost as cold during the ride home from work in the afternoon.
It’s not a bad thing, because when I’m riding, I seem to see so much more; smell so much more; and actually enjoy the commute so much more.
But soon, Mother Nature may win. There’s only so many layers I can add and still ride without looking like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
fishing for words 