Sunday FUN

Paula returned from a quick trip to the store and wanted to take a ride. Who am I to say no! We had planned on riding Saturday but it was raining and cool. But today was G R E A T for riding. There were plenty of clouds left over from yesterday's rain . We headed out with no place in particular in mind. We went south until the clouds started looking more black then gray. There was a 30% chance of showers and we prefer showering at the house not on the road. So we turned north.
Paula was intrigued with the clouds. This one cloud formation seemed to follow us for miles. That's the beauty of riding a bike. Your view is not impaired by the roof of a car. We toured around until we found ourselves at one of Paula's favorite stops. I bet that was a coincidence. We had a ball and stayed dry the entire ride. A quick check of the local weather channel confirmed it was wise to change directions. It was raining south of the house and within the hour we had a little drizzle at home too.
The local HOG Chapter has a New years Day ride planned. As of today the forecast is R A I N so I'm not banking on Paula joining me on this one. HOWEVER----there is still time for the weather to change its mind, hey I'm optimistic. Until then *********************** ride on!!!!

The Night Before Christmas Biker style

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The Night Before Christmas Biker style
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the pad,
There was nada happenin', now thats pretty bad.
The woodstove was hung up in that stocking routine,
In hopes that the Fat Boy would soon make the scene.

With our stomachs packed with tacos and beer,
My old lady and me crashed on the couch for some cheer.
When out in the yard there arose such a racket,
I ran for the door and pulled on my jacket.

I saw a large bro' on a '56 Pan
Wearin' black leathers, a cap, and boots (cool biker, man).
He hauled up the bars on that bikeful of sacks,
And that Pan hit the roof like it was running on tracks.

I couldn't help gawking, the old guy had class.
But I had to go in -- I was freezing my a$$.
Down through the stovepipe he fell with a crash,
And out of the stove he came dragging his stash.

With a smile and some glee he passed out the loot,
A new jacket for her and some parts for my scoot.
He patted her fanny and shook my right hand,
Spun on his heel and up the stovepipe he ran.

From up on the roof came a great deal of thunder,
As that massive V-twin ripped the silence asunder.
With beard in the wind, he roared off in the night,
Shouting, "Have a cool Yule, and to all a good ride!"

Toy Run

The Toy Run for the Hephzibah Children's Home was a smashing success.
It was a bit nippy in the morning but by the time of the ride the mercury climbed to the 50 mark. I had my camera battery all charged up ready to go. Too bad I left it laying on the kitchen table. It was a real blast leaving the Macon Harley shop with approximately 200 motorcycles thundering down the road (Paula thinks it was closer to 300). The event was well coordinated with volunteers along the way to stop the traffic. It was quite a site to see the motorcycles snaking through town lead by none other than ---- you guessed it Harley Santa himself. The kids had a blast and a good time was had by all.
This was our first experience with the Macon HOG chapter. Needless to say it will not be our last since we joined up right there on the spot. I am going to try and get some pics to post later. All I can say is if you have never been to a H.O.G. event, then you don't know what you're missing.
Until the next ride :~)