Pizza Pizza

Pizza!! Pizza!!

On Saturday night, Matt and I went to another Sport-Touring.net party. This one was five minutes away so we kind of feel obligated to make an appearance. OK, who are we kidding. Pizza is involved.

The original plan was to ride the bikes, naturally. I was able to get out during the day but Matt was not so lucky. He thought it would be fun to drop key parts off the bike and let it go missing. I am kidding Matt but you know you were going to get a ribbing. Lets so hope we can find those missing parts.

This was the scene at the house. I did not get an actual count but it was another good turnout.


Meet Breadman on the left. Vickie, our hostess is on the right. Breadman is a character. If this guy had his own show, he would be on between Everybody Loves Raymond and the King of Queens. Oh, and this guy loves bacon. I think if he could bathe in it, he would. Good to meet you Breadman. Can't wait to ride with you this year.

On a side note..... Coming home from Waukegan on Saturday, I notice my front turn signal is flopping in the wind. My first thought was that the nuts came off the bolt since I just replaced it last year. I get home to inspect it and I find that the housing is cracked. It was not that way when I left the house. The only thing I can chalk it up to was someone was jacking with it and punched down the signal. Currently, I have some black electrical tape holding it place. I wish I caught the culprit. I don't think it would have been a pretty site.