Running on fumes. We’ve all said it before. Last time I ran out of gas I was luckily in my driveway, wondering why my bike wouldn’t start. I usually fill up after 160 miles, maybe 180. That day with a coughing, weezing bike in my driveway, I had 211 miles on the tank. The other day leaving work for my 20 mile commute, the fuel pump primed and made a funny noise.
My Dainese Torque Out boots have seen a lot of miles. Maybe not as much as some folks, but I figure in almost 8 years they’ve seen over 70,000 miles. That’s a lot of riding, walking, standing around for boots meant to be on foot pegs. About 20,000 miles ago, the soles started to separate from the boots. I tried a few Home Depot remedies but nothing lasted very long. A few months ago one of the soles started to crack so I figured it was time for some repair.
I had a day off work so I decided to take a spin up to GMR. I’d heard the road up to Crystal Lake was damaged and closed so I wanted to see what was going on. GMR is so close, it’s a quick getaway with minimal freeway time and I’m not so far out in the hinterland if something goes bad. After my electrical problem on ACH a while back I’m a little hesitant to head out that far again, especially alone.
Got a message for my buddy Jim about going to Smog City today for some limited release he was part of. I’m never one to turn down the chance to try a new brewery so I made sure my schedule was clear and then off we went. Picked up our buddy Jorge on the way, who I haven’t seen in a long time, so it was great to catch up with the guys, meet some new people, try some new beers, and bring home some souvenirs.
When you’re playing with your phone and sitting through a green light, you don’t get to get all aggressive with me after I honk at you.
Little late, I was busy all day, but here’s your Saturday Morning Metal
Although I know Lemmy didn’t really consider what he did as “metal,” here’s your Saturday Morning Metal. Rock in Peace, Mr Kilmister.