DogHouse

Stacy and I worked around the house and in the yard.  I installed new blades on my p.o.s. White/MTD lawn tractor.  We got our gear on and rode the Vespas to Harbor Town and Visited with Pam and Ted who just returned from Roxy’s wedding in Florida, yesterday. 

Next, we headed to downtown for the Crayfish Festival. People were walking around with pound sacks of the spicy mud bugs.  I asked a lady to show me how one eats those bugs and she did.  Then I watched Stacy eat her first craw daddy. I am still a crayfish virgin.

It was hot and crowded so we walked east from the river and on our way we ran into Elizabeth and Craig.  After a nice chat we ate Tilapia fish tacos and oysters at the Flying Fish.  Yum! Stac was tired by then and we headed back to the Vespas for the ride home.  On the way home Ian waved at us as he passed by in his cool Audi.

I was not finished riding so after seeing Stac safely home I headed over to Erroll’s for a Killian’s Red on draft to cool me off.  I chatted with Srey, Erroll, Ann, and a few bikers I know.  Most, but not all, of them are law enforcement types.  I headed north to Atoka and followed farm-to-market roads east and then south to Bartlett where I got a quart of frozen vanilla custard blended with Heath Bars at Sheridan’s.  I was quite the hero for showing up at home with this yummy treat.

We watched movies and the three of us ate frozen custard.  It was a nice day and I put 75 miles on my trusty Vespa 200l which now has over 17,000 fun miles on it.  Considering that the 200l is just one of my four bikes, that is a lot of miles for a 2005 scooter.

What did you do on Sunday? 

Nothing changes if nothing changes.

If you always do what you always did you’ll always get what you always got.

"They went at each other like two tornadoes competing for the same trailer park."

Awsome writing, that! 

I got up early and had lingenberry crepes at IHOP and then met up with the Millington Wild Pigs (police).  We military police types filled out  their ranks as we rode about 20 miles to the assembly area.  

There were about 600 riders from Tennessee and our surrounding states. Most were on HDs and Victorys. I did see a Valkyrie in our group and a Honda Rune that was not on the ride.  I chased the Rune rider down.  He told me he picked the bike up yesterday.  Too cool.

The half way point of the ride went right in front of our driveway on Fite Rd. I had a brilliant idea.  I switched out the VTX13C for the 1958 Vespa 150.  What could go wrong?  The VBA fired right up and I rode the last 35 miles slower but with a big ole grin on my face.  I pulled up to the last place where we drew cards and I only had a pair of fours.

The final stop was on the grounds of the Regions Bank HQ.  There was a band and bar-b-que and beer for 600 peeps.  The Vintage Vespa was quite a hit.

When it was time for me to leave, there was a crowd around my Tennessee orange scooter.  Of course the lil’ baby wouldn’t fire.  Getting hot and sweaty I went for another beer to cool down.  I went back after 30 minutes and on about the 60th kick it fired up but died while I was getting my gear on.  

Twenty kicks later and it ran just like it should.  A cheer went up from the crowd of black leather wearing cruiser riders.  

I had a great ride home (25 miles) until the last mile.  That mile I had to push the scooter to the gas station that is about 2 blocks from my house.

I put a gallon of gas in when I started out and there was about a half gallon of gas in it already.  That means that I am getting less than 30 mpg.  I don’t understand why I am getting crummy gas mileage.

I do totally understand that I am not a vintage scooter person.  Someone, please, make me an offer for this garage queen. Please.
Cheers

Healing a bad back is a slow painful process. I am on the mend.  The Mississippi River is on the rise.  Rain sux.