So you thought the Ol' Coyote
had disappeared, did you? Well, in a sense, you were right. Those
of you who know me personally may have finally figured out, over the
years that I do that from time to time, both in real life and here,
in The Den. Sometimes, it's a period of introspection...of self-review...to
figure out who the hell I am and what am I doing, and sometimes it's
just a touch of depression. I've struggled, no, dealt, with
it much of my adult life and, sometimes, you might hear me refer to
the Beast on my back. As best I can recall, there've only been
a couple of times it was truely debilitating and, interestingly enough,
there was a divorce involved each time. Hmmmm?
always tell what tends to trigger the episodes but I have figured
out some of them.. The most common is when something is going badly
for someone I care about..and there's nothing I can do to help and
I just get into this circular loop and can't seem to break out
of it. So why am I rambling on about this when you'd rather
read amusing anecdotes or juicy gossip?
Well, maybe it's just
because I'm a self-absorbed old fart, or maybe...you or someone you
know and love is caught in one of these loops and can't seem to break
free of it. Sometimes, at least for me, you gotta get up from
the pity-party and tell someone how you feel. I've found that
just expressing it in terms you would use with another person is enough
to start to break that loop. Still there? Dang, you're
hard up for reading matter.
Ever have one of those days when all your
best intentions just keep getting thwarted? Well, yesterday
came up in spades. There was a last-minute Patriot Guard mission
for a funeral in FWB, the funeral home being on Racetrack Road.
I figured no more than an hour or so travel time, so I gave myself
two hours to be on the safe side. So, what happens but we get
our long-awaited downpour just before I'm ready to go. The Weather
Channel radar is showing our standard summer pop-ups, so I figure
the usual half-hour and I'm good to go.
Right on schedule, the
sun pops out and starts the asphalt sauna, so I hit the road with
what I figure is still a comfortable cushion. I'm riding Main
and then Bayfront, more concerned with the crazies in my immediate
vicinity than way down the road when I get to the light just east
of Gulf Power. Only then do I glance over at the bay bridge...and
see a three+mile parking lot! Damn, I forgot the Blue Angel
show at the beach. Three light changes later, I get through
the gridlock at the light, and a mere 12 minutes later, make the left
onto 17th Avenue, knowing that once I hit the Interstate, I can boom
over to 87 and still make the schedule.
Duh, as I'm on Scenic,
approaching the Dairy Queen, I remember that there's no east-bound
ramp since Ivan. Realizing how my decision-making on the
fly has revealed some cracks in the process, I pull in and park
it. Okay, the brain says, there are only a couple of options
left here: continue on Scenic Hwy, through Pace and Milton,
and down to the interstate again, or backtrack to the Davis interchange
in pick up I-10, grates be damned! The latter, I think, will
be the only way to make it in time, so it's back on the road to the
west-bound ramp and hit it!
Wrong, 89-octane breath! After
I merged with the west-bound suicide drivers and got with the flow,
I looked to the left and the east-bound side is stopped. Not
slow...stopped! Avoiding being run over by a black Louisiana-tagged
Escalade, I kept watching the other lane and when I saw it was bumper-to-bumper
as far back as Davis Hwy. Okay, the highway gods are telling
me something. I hope enough of the PGR's not west of P'cola
made it. Oh yeah, the beer was cold and the band rocking at
Gene's last night. Ride safe!
you, didn't I; didn't think I'd be back so soon! It could be
because I just came back from Seville Square from a good concert and
I'm in a good mood. Couple of things have come up and I thought
I'd fill you in. Yes, Fat Boys has been sold and no, the new
owner isn't a pimp from New York. JT's the manager and I don't
think you'd find anyone further from that description. He's
in the process of cleaning the place up and trying to get it fully
functional. It's still a biker bar, and everyone is welcome
regardless of what you're flying, but leave your differences at the
The other thing on his agenda is an item near and dear
to my heart as well as a lot of other folks...WHEN HE CAN GET TO IT...he's
going to put up a real flagpole and fly the flags with respect, instead
of wrapped around that pine tree. Give him time, and some cooperation,
and I think we'll all enjoy going there again. There's a lot
to do and there's not enough of him.
The other thing is my 45th
high school reunion is coming next month, on the 12th of August..
Just like 5 years ago, the theme is a 50's & 60's dance, so I
propose to arrive as "the leader of the pack". Some of you might
remember when I did this for my 40th reunion and it was a lot of fun.
Sorry I can't offer any rewards or prizes for this, but if you'll
do it for the Ol' Coyote, I'd sure appreciate it. The reunion
is at American Legion #33, near Barrancas and Garden and I'll post
it on the "Happenings" page when it get firmed up. Now here's
the question: Where would you like to start it from? LAst time
was from the Wall South, but I'm open to suggestions. Just e-mail
me if you have any other ideas. That's only about 3 weeks, so
so life is moving faster, now. First, since I haven't heard
from anyone yet, I'm making the decision about my short "Leader of
the Pack" run on August 12. We'll leave at 7PM from the
Wall South and ride to American Legion 33, just off Barrancas.
I figure that's the best route for an unauthorized parade and short
enough we probably won't get hassled by Pensacola's finest.
I wish I could invite y'all in but I could only afford the $40 a head
for me. Besides, there'll be a bunch of old folks in there!
other piece of news is that I may not be retired much longer.
The Motorcycle Emporium may be reopening soon, in a new location.
This one may even have a fully paved parking lot and air conditioning
(I swoon). We'll find out in the days ahead if is one of those
offers I just can't refuse and if it will truly take bloom.
Stay tuned, boys and girls. Did I mention it's raining!
month down the tubes, and it's STILL hot; C'mon, October!
After the Fairfield Sonic ride-in tonight, I decided to drop in on
the inaugural 2 Wheel Tuesday at Club Dimension. For those of
you who don't know where it's at, it's one block behind the McDonalds
on Fairfield, near Pace Blvd. I'm not sure what I expected,
but it wasn't nearly 50 bikes, from full-blown Harley dressers to
Gold Wings and sport bikes.
Lessee, American Legion Riders, Gulf
Coast Dragons, Southern Cruisers, Nightcrawlers, ABATE and Kreeperz(no,
I can't figure out how to turn the first "K" around) were among the
clubs and organizations I saw displayed, as well as a bunch of non-affiliated
riders. The best part was that the air conditioning AND the
beer was COLD! On the minus side, by the time I got there almost
all the food from Rodger BBQ was gone, except for the one spoonful
of baked beans that Curtis left me...and it was delicious. I'll
get ther earlier next Tuesday.
Y'all ride safe and stay hydrated
if you're riding during the day. I just can't do it.
I guess I need to burst the bubble on
my unretiring so I don't get any more questions about it. Vic
is going to reopen Motorcycle Emporium as soon as the Department of
Agriculture issues his repair facility license/certication/whatever,
but I won't be working with him. After the initial rush,
I realized that it just wouldn't work with all the other stuff I have
going on in my life. I'll let you know for certain when he will
I'm still looking forward to my reunion ride on Saturday.
I just wonder if I'll still be able to do it in another 5 years for
my 50th reunion. Hell, I never really thought ther'd be a 45th
reunion; it's one of those "if I knew I was gonna live this long,
I'da taken better care of myself" situations!
With all this daytime
heat, most of my riding has been in the evenings. I'm really
looking forward to seeing how many folks show up on Tuesday evening
at Club Dimension. I know I'll get there earlier this time so
I won't lose out on the food. Til next time ride safe and sober.
I haven't been around anybody in a couple of days, it wouldn't matter
to you, but I fnally took a shower today. That's not as bad
as it sounds since I also haven't had air conditioning in the house
since Sunday afternoon. You know that little bearing-whine sound?
Well, I started detecting SOMETHING around Saturday afternoon, but
it wasn't until Sunday morning that I figured out what it was.
Now, I know nothing about central air conditioning, so I wasn't about
to open up a metal box with wires and tubing and such going into it
but, when I heard a cycle start to cut in that evening and heard a
motor strining to turn, I knew I was in trouble. I got to the
off switch in a hurry, and started sweating(literally) the cost of
a service call.
As it turns out, I got pretty good turn-around
time and the tech got here late this morning. Guess what; with
an inside temperature of 93, we turned it back on...and it worked...without
whine! Now, I know a bearing whine when I hear it, and the sticking
just confirmed it for me, so I've ordered another fan unit.
The lead time is anywherre from 1 to 10 days, depending what warehouse
has one available. In the meantime, the temp is only back down
to 83 and I can hear the beginnings of that whine again. At
least the tech was good enough to show me where to get in and hand-spin
the fan if it cyles onto that bad spot again.
Oh, riding stuff?
Okay, last Tueday was kinda light at Club Dimension, due to the earlier
rain, I suppose, but I did get there early enough for the barbeque.
EXCELLENT! After the usual hanging around and BS'ing, some of
the sport bike boys wanted to do a little street racing, one
on one, and it was decided to go over to Hollywood, beside Brownsville
Middle School. A bunch of us grown-up bikers went along to spectate,
and we had just parked alongside the street when one of the sporty
dudes came riding back with the news that there were 5 Escambia deputies
parked on the school grounds. Damn, I felt like I was 19 again,
as we scattered in all directions before they came after us!
The reunion ride was a tad thin as just Bob, Pat and Bill
showed up to ride with me but, on the other hand, I think this may
be my last reunion. I may reconsider in another 5 years, but
that's a long time off. I guess I never really belonged in that
crowd then, and I sure as hell don't now.
Y'all take care and
ride safe, y'hear.
already, with the heat! Sometime tomorrow, between 8 and 5 (how's
THAT for precise scheduling?) the tech will be here to install my
new fan and I'll have air conditioning again. Of course, with
the inside temp at 90+, it may take a while and burn out the new fan,
as well. We'll see!
Tuesday evening's turn out at Club
Dimension was a lot bigger than last week's, even if that squall line
did cut the evening short for some, myself excluded. The proportion
of cruisers to sportbikes is increasing, and we had them well outnumbered.
The main trouble with that is, though, that the barbeque runs out
faster. Hmmm, just have to get there earlier, I guess.
gonna have to study the paper more closely for my Thursday Evenings
in Old Seville Square, too. I'm sure there's a bunch of country
music fans out there, but The Sawmill Band ran me off rather quickly.
That, too, was just as well as Fat Boys now have their Bike Night
on Thursday, although got what little I drink, dollar longnecks
are kinda wasted.
On Friday and Saturday, I actually did an imitation
of work again, helping Vic input his inventory figures into the computer
so he can actually produce a bill when he opens next week. Since
I'm working from his worksheets I can speak with authority; you don't
want to have to decipher a bill in his handwriting.
drivel for tonight; between no AC and a toothache, I've had it for
one day. Y'all stay safe and ride carefully...and sober!
why does Labor Day weekend sound like it might be a tad windy and
wet? Does Ernesto come to mind? Makes you wonder if there'll
be a Ramblings edition next week.
Now, to follow up on the other
stuff; the toothache turned out to be two abcessed teeth so I've been
doing the antibiotic thing this week...AND the air conditioner was
fixed on Monday! Beyond that, it's been a normal week.
I've been helping Vic with setting up his inventory for the new Motorcycle
Emporium, which he's planning on opening September 9th. No,
I'm not WORKING for him...just helping a friend.
There was a
pretty good turn out on Tuesday at Club Dimension, but the usual barbeque
has deteriorated to ham sandwiches. The beer was still cold,
though. I didn't go out again until Friday but I did discover
something interesting: the old Sleepy Hollow on Jackson Street, near
57th, is now owned by one of our own. As I was going in, Reb
Tatum pulled up and I found out he had bought the bar from Hub Stacy
a few months ago. I asked him why the name was now "Theresa's
Sleepy Hollow" and he told me he had named it in honor of the long-time
manager and, besides, he preferred not everybody knew who owned it.
Tough, Reb, the cat's out of the bag now. Besides, we couldn't
let a long-time ABATE member go unrecognized. Stop by and say
HI sometime; they serve beer and mixed drinks and he's good people.
this morning's rain cleared out, I had planned on riding over to Cocodries,
but it felt like a sauna and I'm still not up to this heat, so the
hell with it. Maybe if this hurricane misses us, I'll ride in
the daytime next weekend. Y'all take care and stay safe.
...a few days and miles later, he sez... Lessee,
now...I finally washed the scoot last week and, as always, I took
my handlebar clock out of the bracket. When I was through, and
the scoot dry, I thought I put it securely back, "thought" being the
operative word here.. When I got out onto Mobile Hwy, I hit
a pretty good bump...and watched the watch sail out of the bracket
and behind me. In the mirror, I could see at least two shiny
spots glisten at me just before a truck tire ran over them.
Oops! I went back over to PMS, where I bought it, and asked
if I could buy just a replacement clock insert. I was told they
didn't know but they'd get in touch with the distributor and find
out. I stopped by the next day and was told they never got back
to him. Well, I went home that evening and found the folks on
the net. Glorioskies!, their website said they had a three year
warranty "..even if you lost it". Yipee, I e-mailed them, explaining
what happened, waited for what I expected to ne a long runaround,
send receipt, etc. The next morning was a nice e-mail saying
they dropped the new clock in the mail and I should have it in a few
days...and it arrived this morning. I told Vic, and he's going
to check with them about becoming a dealer. Good deal, folks!
Saturday evening, I was the only bike to show up for the new Arby's
Bike Night on Mobile Hwy. They're gonna be offering 2 for 1
specials, but I wound up with a couple of free combo's just for showing
up. You never know!
The rest of the Labor Day weekend was
just spent running about 300 miles on the odometer. Part of
the running around brought me to The Wharf, over in Orange Beach.
I know they've been booking dome pretty good names for the Amphitheater
there, but after seeing it, I'm not sure I'm going to be attending
any events. It's outdoors, near the intercoastal, and just looks
like sweat and mosquitoes to me. You make up your own mind.
made it to Cocodries, too. Another too hot without enough
shade thing; maybe it'll be better in the Fall. Damn, I sound
like I'm getting old and grumpy. Could be. Well, enough
grousing for one week. Y'all take care & ride safe.
Y'know, sometimes it
take a lot of effort to discover what you knew all along. After
a year of riding with these glasses, I finally got enough pits and
scratches in them to decide I wanted to see again. Having seen
all these various and sundry ads for deals on optics, today I decided
to ride around, with my prescription, and do some comparison
shopping. Now, the past few glasses changes, I've just used WalMart's
optical department over here on Mobile Highway since that's the closest
to my house, so that's where I established my base-line. I won't
risk defaming the other places I went today beyond saying I checked
out a "50% off", a "buy one, get one", and a "nobody beats our
prices" place. When all was said and done, and the gas consumed,
Wally World still came in around $30 under the closest competitor.
The new glasses should be in by this weekend.
Is everyone enjoying
the end of our drought? My lawn is loving it, but but getting
caught 3 times in 2 days is pushing it for me. Okay, so I was
playing rain tag, and you can't win 'em all, but it is tougher at
night with headlights flaring off the drops on my glasses. I
suppose that's why there weren't any bikes at the Fairfield Sonic
OR Club Dimension tonight. On Sunday, though, it was funny that
the only place I got wet was on the Three Mile Bridge, both coming
and going. I did get in a couple of stops I'd never made before,
though; the Sonic on Sorrento is now open, and I had my first beer
at Panama Mac's. Probably won't be my last.
and girls, that's it for now. Take care and ride safe, and start
thinking about the Bears for Bears Run in October; it's closer than
Yes, I'm still here. No, I haven't given up my Ramblings;
I just haven't had anything to say. No, I didn't go to Thunder
Beach. Get your stuffed animals ready for the Bears for Bears
Run next weekend. Later..........