New Year, everybody! I hope your New Year's Eve was as nice
as mine...I had a particularly enjoyable kiss at midnight. That
was just the gravy on a party with a great bunch of friends.
Now, the ride home afterward...that was another, VERY cool proposition.
Luckily, I left before the real idiots hit the road so it was nice
It was good to see all the folks at the Sonic
in Milton on Friday evening. I think that was the first time I'd been
out and about since New Year's Eve and it sure felt good. Between
a lingering case of the crud that's going around and the lousy weather
when I WAS feeling half-way decent, I just haven't felt up to riding!
wish I had more to report on, but there just hasn't been that much
going on...at least, that I could attend. I've just gotta hit
the Lotto so I can have a more laid-back life style and not have to
work. Do see if you can work the Freedom Run in Tallahasee next
month into your schedule, though. It's a worthwhile effort and
one hell of a party, besides!
It has been a strange and trying week for me since the
last update...and it all relates to computers. Number one, I
haven't been able to access my web editor, so I haven't been
able to update anything and number two...for some strange reason,
I haven't been able to use my mailing lists in Outlook Express,
so no one has gotten the "Happenings" update. Sorry, I just
don't have the time or energy to send it to everyone individually,
but I am working on the problem.
Beyond that, life has been
pretty good. I got out to Chan's Friday night for the first
time in a long time and really enjoyed myself. It was good to
see old friends and dance with new ladies. Now, I just have
to get my act together for tomorrow's ABATE meeting. I
really think that some old members just show up to hear me struggle
with the pronunciation of new members' names when I'm handing out
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, it was business
pretty much as usual; the Ol' Coyote was stuck doing the weekend warrior
stuff, all for the sake of a paycheck, and not getting out much.
Of course, that does keep me out of trouble and saves me money.
I have managed to get out to the last couple of Sonic Bike Nights,
and it was great to see old friends. There's not really a lot
to comment on (but that hasn't stopped me in the past, though, has
it?) but right now, I'm kinda at a loss for words. Maybe it's
this cold rain? Wish me luck on coming up with something soon,
It's been a sad and frustrating week. Sad, because I've lost
a friend and frustrating, because I haven't been able to get into
this web site to let you know about it. Those of you on my e-mail
list have been kept abreast of the funeral info but I still wanted
to get it posted on here. I won't try to eulogize Terry Boutwell
here except that he was my friend and my attorney and one of
a kind. I hope when you get to Heaven, Terry, you'll find a
yellow motorcycle and no psychobitches. Ride Free. 'Nuf sed!
I'm burned out from Terry's funeral today so I'm just going to end
this edition with my now-familiar, Freedom isn't free; we have to
fight for it!
I know it's been quite a while since my last
update and I DID promise to do better, but...PPppppbbbbtttt!!!!
It's my page and I just didn't feel like it! In fact, you wouldn't
have gotten this one if it weren't cold, windy and raining out.
Like most of you, I accept that as a biker, I'm gonna get cold
and wet sometimes, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna leave the house
in it unless I have somewhere really important to go. It doesn't
look much better for tomorrow but maybe I can get out Sunday, after
work. Ugh, 5AM to 1PM on a Sunday; that's not work...it's
involuntary servitude! Help, anyone have a decent Monday through
Friday day job with benefits for me? Hah, I thought not.
Next week doesn't look any better, since I have to work late on Friday
and Saturday, as well, so I won't be able to make the poker run for
Manley at the Red Baron. Bummer; I've just GOT to hit the Lotto!
Well ,that's all the bitching for now...except there isn't even
anything on TV! Y'all take care, ride safe, ride Free and, as
always, remember, Freedom isn't free; we have to fight for it!
Well, dear hearts, you know it's been another interesting week.
The Ol' Coyote won't be making any of the runs for a bit..at least
'til the broken ribs are healed and the scoot is fixed. It may
have a bent fork tube (or two), I think there's a crack in the tank
somewhere and the alternator cover is cracked. That's just what
I saw after the accident, so there's probably more....and the SOB
in the white sporty type cage who turned into me kept going!
I managed to avoid him, but that curb wasn't about to yield to me,
Trust me, it was a rough landing. I'd make this
a little longer, but those pain tabs are making the keyboard AND my
fingers fuzzy so, until next time, y'all take care, ride safe, ride
Free and, as always, remember, Freedom isn't free; we have to fight
Well, as I look at the clock,
I realize it's been 7 days, almost to the minute, since I walked (well,
kinda limped) into the emergency room after my crash. I've eased
off the pain pills quite a bit except at bedtime. I actually
put jeans and shoes on for the first time today. The ribs are
getting a lot better except when a couple of my SOB buddies call me
on the phone and make me laugh...thanks a LOT, assholes...you know
who you are! As soon as the ribs are well enough to turn a wrench,
I'll start repairing the damage and THEN I'll see how I react when
I see a car stopped at a stop sign.
Funny, I've only had two
wrecks in my riding career and they both involved cars at stop signs...40
years apart. Hmmm, I wasn't wearing a helmet THAT time
either, but that was in Colorado. Interestingly enough, when
I walked (hobbled) into the ER and told them my ribs, arm and leg
were injured in a motorcycle accident, the next thing the idiot asked
me was, was I wearing a helmet? What's that got to do with my
injuries? Then he had the nerve to tell me that, around there,
they called them donor-cycles. What a coincidense that I just
got a customer satisfaction survey from the hospital in the mail today....
to the home of my insane ramblings...which may get MORE insane if
I don't get well soon and able to work on the scooter. The ribs
are healing as well as 59 year-old ribs can be expected to heal, but
the left leg just didn't seem to be getting any better. In fact,
it seemed the more I tried to get around normally, the worse it felt.
I've always felt that pain is what makes you know you're alive, but
this was getting ridiculous, besides adversely affecting the old cash
flow...so I finally broke down and went to my doctor today.
Lo and behold, I found out that I've been hobbling around on a
broken ankle for two weeks....duh! He was not totally amused
with my assessment of pain and told me that pain is what told
you something is WRONG! Picky, picky, picky, you'd think he
was in the healing business or something.
So, anywho, I'm stuck
here for the next couple of weeks, going out of my gourd! At
least I've got interesting e-mail to keep me somewhat occupied.
Thanks, Nina from Moscow. (Ignore that, CIA) Well, I'd
better end this and save before Yahoo! crashes on me again and I
lose MORE work.
Glorioski, boys and girls, The Coyote will ride again!
First, I saw the Doc yesterday and he has cleared me to go back to
work...for 4 hour days for ten days, but at least I'll have something
coming in. Well, I have had some, but was using vacation time
to keep up my benefit payments. The second great thing
is..ta da.., the scooter is running again. Luckily, this has
been Spring Break for my grandsons, so they've been helping me wrench
(hey, I've got this roll-around stool, so I could supervise) and since
I was cleared yesterday, I worked last night and today.
Psst, don't tell my Mom, but I took it for a test spin this
afternoon....and it felt GREAT!
Until the ribs stop clicking
and hurting as much, I'm not sure if I want to take it on the road,
though. Number one, I'm not sure if the ribs would slow down my reaction
time if I had to do another emergency manuever and, number two...I'd
really hate to hit a pot ole until the ribs are better. As far
as the ankle goes, the Doc says it's as good as it's probably going
to get. Thanks to all the friends who've expressed their concern
for my health and especially to Nina, who is probably going to start
an ABATE Chapter in Moscow. Thanks, Nina, for all the e-mail.
Remind me to explain "Redneck Riviera" to you.
...another Saturday night
and I ain't got nobody...oops, sorry; I was just singing to myself.
You can forget all the optimism of the last edition about my
riding. I went back to work last week and reinjured the ribs,
so I'm back to being the semi-invalid. I did sneak out last
night and drive up to the Navy Blvd Sonic, since I was going stir-crazy...and
it was great to see people and bikes. Now I'm being the good
boy and staying home and taking drugs. Zanaflex and ibuprofen
ARE drugs, aren't they?
Heck, I haven't even had a beer since
last weekend, so I'm REAL jealous of all the folks out at the
Styx River Rally. It looks like it's perfect weather for it,
too(sniff). At this point, I'd just like to be able to ride.
Well, it looks like I can't come up with anything inspiring (or interesting,
for that matter) so I'd just better make this a short one and sign
Only four days since the last update: can you tell I'm home and bored?
Actually, I'm not as bored as I am frustrated, since the last of my
parts have come in and I don't want to risk messing the ribs up again
putting them on. Geez, I can just go out to the bike barn and
stare at the chrome. In truth, though, I'm glad folks are conservative
with their back-order estimates, since I wasn't expecting this stuff
for two more weeks or so....so why am I bitching? 'Cause I'm
going nuts sitting at home, that's why!
I am planning on going back
to work on Friday although, THIS TIME, I will severely restrict what
I try to do. That's part of the problem of working with all
these younger guys; I'm too damned competitive! Somehow, I don't feel
like I'm almost 60 (well, my body does). Hmmm, only 3 more years
and I can start drawing early Social Security. Egad, that's
a thought to end this edition on.
On the road again...and
I can't tell you how good it feels! I'm still not 100%, but
well enough to RIDE! There are still a couple of real minor
adjustments to make to the scoot but they don't affect safety.
I've still got a while to go before the ribs are tough enough to take
the rear wheel off, but the new tire is waiting at Doc's. I'm
changing the sprockets and chain when I do that and then, we'll see
how she runs. I'm dropping one tooth on the front and raising
two on the rear, so we'll see how that affects my cruising speed.
As far as work goes, I'm still on a light duty schedule but I think
this should be the last week. I didn't realize how much my being
injured would affect my stamina but, hopefully, I can bring it back
up this week. My checking account will greatly appreciate it.
One more day in
the wind (albeit a HOT wind) and life is good. Are we really
sure this is only April? After today's ABATE meeting, we took a nice
ride until it was obvious we had to stop in a cool place for a cool
one. The Riverside/Last Chance seemed to be the stop of choice,
especially with the big screen and the Talladega race on. While
we there, Thunder got a gig for next Friday and Saturday nights, so
that will tie in nicely with Friday's Nine Mile Road Sonic get-together.
I couldn't make Foley, due to my work schedule, but I saw a bunch
of the folks at Chan's afterward. Although it's not an announced
"bike night" for them, Chan's is where a bunch of scoots show
up on Friday and Saturday nights. The beer is cold, the band
is good, and they have reserved bike parking out front. I guess
it helps that the owner is an ABATE member.
Welcome to the new manifestation of The Coyote's
Den. After two years, I'd gotten tired of the old page and have
been working on this new one, off and on, for a couple
of weeks before I made the change. I've also been considering
dropping my tag line, "Freedom isn't free; we have to fight
for it", as well. On that, I'm going to ask for e-mail
comments (if anybody cares). Beyond that, it's just been work
and riding when I can.
For those interested, the ribs are getting
better, day by day, but I'm still not 100%...and I'm in deep trouble
if I drop the scoot and have to pick it up. It'll just have to lay
there until someone younger and healthier comes by to help this
old fart. With that, I'm going to close for now and see if I
can make the changeover. Wish me luck!
long as we're making massive changes here, I'm gonna try and keep
a couple of updates on at a time...just 'cause I feel like it!
I've gotten quite a bit of riding in lately, but I can tell my stamina
is not back 100%. I worked Friday, Saturday AND Sunday....AND
went out Friday and Saturday nights, as well as this afternoon and,
believe me, I can tell it. It's only 9:30 and I'm about ready to crash....Oops,
I told myself I wasn't going to use that term again, at least until
I'm totally healed. Of course, I've had some other old farts
tell me that I'm never going to be 100% again...but I'll show 'em!
Drop on over to the "Happenings' page; it's filling up rather well.
I just wish I had a Monday through Friday job to have those weekends
free. Oh well, I'm glad to have shopping available on the weekends,
so I guess I shouldn't gripe. I went too many years with no
health insurance and I have it now, sooooo. Y'all take care
and ride safely...and look out for little white sporty cars at stop
down, and a pretty good one at that. It's been real good to
see former ABATE members deciding to rejoin. I know, we won
the helmet battle a couple of years ago, but there's always something
on the horizen from the forces of darkness who want to protect us
from ourselves. Hell, if we wanted to be safe, would we be riding
targets everyone claims they never saw?
The scoot's pretty
much back to snuff, except for some cosmetic stuff on the fairing
I haven't gotten around to. Have you ever noticed that if it's
nice enough out to work on the bike, it's nice enough to ride?
Somehow, unless it's crucial maintanence, riding wins out.
Hmm, I see a pattern forming here. Sunday
must be the night I dust off the brain cells. Of course, they
can stand it from time to time. Today was something of a momentous
event for me, albeit a negative one. To the best of my memory
(go ahead, laugh about that one), this was the first ABATE meeting
I've missed in 5 years. My various and sundry managers (I think
I've had about 5 in the four years I've been at Academy) all have
known to schedule me off on the third Sunday of each month but, somehow,
this one forgot this time.
I tried to work shift swaps with
the two other guys who were off, but couldn't get a deal so...I was
working this morning instead of being there. Since I am
no longer a Trustee, with a report to give, it wasn't really
necessary for me to be there, but it did feel strange. I HAVE
to be there next month, though, for election of officers. Be
sure and mark your calendars for June 16!
Aha, fooled you; there went
the pattern! Although I frequently resent having to work
on the weekends, the past two days have gone a long way toward making
up for it. You couldn't have asked for better riding weather
and I've taken total advantage of it. I can't really say I've
done any spectacular riding, but I have covered a lot of highway without
having to put a helmet on, AND I've gotten to see a lot of friends
I haven't seen in a while. It doesn't look like I'll be making
the Ride to the Wall on Sunday, since I haven't been able to work
a shift swap, but I'm going to do everything in my power to make June
2d's Bears for bears Run. The question that remains, though,
is how much is within my power. Y'all keep your fingers crossed
Happy Cinco de Mayo, y'all!
Considering it's wee dark o'clock in the morning, that's pretty up-beat...for
me. I've had a few good days and nights of riding and partying,
and was kinda loking forward to not having to be at work until 9AM
(if you can look forward to working on a Sunday anyway), so I wasn't
too worried about getting enough sleep last night. However....I
heard a tapping on my bedroom door a while ago and it was Mom.
My grandsons (the Pensacola ones) were spending the night with Great-Grand
Ma and the youngest developed a fever and wanted to go home to Mommy.
What can you say? At least there wasn't any traffic. See,
you can make lemonade with lemons!
Okay, so I don't have a lot to say on this go-round,
but drop down to the bottom of the page. My Mom was going through
some old photo albums and found a picture of The Coyote's first ride.
Who says I can't laugh at myself?