Showing posts with label motorcycle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motorcycle. Show all posts

Monday, October 4, 2010

Sunday's Post

Well, Sunday I couldn't get my computer to upload pictures to my blog, so here is Sunday's post...a day late.

At about 1:00am (Saturday night/Sunday morning) I finally finished the rug I have been working on intermittently for the last couple weeks. I think it turned out nice, but different from my original vision. The coolest thing about this rug is that it was truly made from scraps with the exception of the dark pink...that was a pair of scrub bottoms. The rest was all pieces that were less than 1 square foot, and most were actually odd triangle pieces or trimmings that I could only get one or two strips from, so the prep work took a bit longer on this one...but  it is more recycled too, because most of the pieces were too small for much else. I'll be looking to start another project tonight or tomorrow...hopefully a simple one so I can finish it in one day and feel like I've accomplished something. Well, here is a picture of my rug, and a one of our ride today.

My wonderful rug!

Getting ready to ride out.

It was pretty cold starting out and I couldn't find anyone to watch Munckin, so I wound up driving the van instead of riding my bike or riding with hubby. It was still a fun trip, but the directions and map were absolutely attrocious! 

Friday, March 19, 2010

My New Motorcycle

So, a couple of weeks ago at Daytona Bike Week, my Dad bought himself a 2008 Harley FatBob, and Dave (my husband) bought a 2006 Softail Heritage. By default, I inherited Dave's Harley Sportster 1200...which I was scared to ride because I had never ridden anything bigger than a 550.

Last weekend though, I took the rider course (again) offered at the local Harley dealer here. I rode a 500cc Buell Blast for the course. I was still a bit apprehensive about the bigger bike (which is why it took me 5 days to just get on it), but today I did get on and ride it around the parking lot at my apartment complex. I felt much better after riding it. I was scared of the size and weight and forward controls which I wasn't used to, but that short ride did quite alot to calm my fears.

Actually, the only real issue I had that I didn't like was the large space between first and second gear...particularly when downshifting. The engine starts to lug in 2nd way before 1st seems to be an option...but that shouldn't be a real issue most of the time, because I am not planning on spending much time fiddling around parking lots driving slow! (And Dave says the main reason the difference is so big is because the Sportster has some Screaming Eagle parts to enhance performance and he thinks it has the upgraded cam as well.) Whichever...it's still great to be riding again! I am even thinking about riding to school some this next week...or actually, Dave will ride it to his morning class, then I will ride it home from my afternoon class (cause when we switch, the munchkin is with us...).

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Definition of a Paradox

Paradox means a contradiction or puzzle. It's synonyms are: anomoly, inconsistency, ambiguity, enigma, nonsense, opposite and reverse.

I consider myself to be a paradox. I am complicated; my likes, dislikes, and hobbies don't seem to mesh into what you would expect all from the same person.

First and foremost, I am a mother. I am also a motorcycle mechanic and enthusiast. I enjoy crafting, scrapbooking, sewing and crochet. I love using recycled/repurposed materials to make new and useful items. I enjoy reading, rock climbing, white-water rafting, hiking, sunbathing, playing computer games and just about everything in between. I will be graduating from motorcycle mechanic school soon, and plan to start school again in the fall working towards my RN (Registered Nurse) degree.

I am starting this blog because I wanted to consolidate my hobbies and likes into one place for convenience for myself. My life is multi-faceted and this blog will be as well. One post may be about something new I made for dinner, and the next about my trip to Sturgis...my life, pure and simple (complicated though it may be) and in one place.