I have to sell the Beemer.

Back in the saddle again.

Dear Joe;


I got to tell you all some bad news, I sure I have to sell the Beemer. Yep, I decided that I am not able to muscle the bike around like I used to. As a matter of fact the bike damn near fell on me.

I was moving it out of the shed and that’s when all the excitement began to happen. I took it off the center stand and then it wanted to lean one way and I over compensated and pulled it back and almost got pinned parallel to the wall.

Holy moly I prayed to myself, well the words were stronger than that. I, thought for sure I was going to be the new unlucky objet d'art in the shed. Well, I did my best summing of strength and some deep breathing, (huffing’ n puffin’) and I was able to get the bike back on its center. The tires need more air, so it did what it wanted.

And to make matters worst, I still needed this bike outside the shed on the grass. Another struggle and I had to stop for a pint of malted beverage to restore my dignity and strength.

Well, after I struggled with it I got it out and then I stopped for a moment and fulfilled my next move, while I was working on the project at hand.

So, to-day I went to the shop and made the arrangements and I am going to get not think about it or I am going end up crying in my drink, I don’t like salty rye and ginger, much, but you know you could have a least a couple to see if ….. ,.idiot.!!!!!!!.

So, any way I will continue this later, because it ain’t over yet and the “fat lady” has yet to sing. Man, tell you what, this pint, (I mix my drinks out to be a pint, generous pint, sure tastes “gooooood-”, I wonder what the neighbors are doing to-day?. Does your grass need cutting,…??.,hey, are you busy right now??.

Is there any justice left in the world?, am I so bad that I have to start losing my toys?, shit.!!. don’t answer that, I already know. No, one gives a flying shit, but me.!! Amen.

p.s. and no, Joe, you can’t buy it.!!. ‘cause I want a million dollars.!!

p.s. again: I, have thought this over and my son said I should get the bike on the road and he would help to ride it for me, now ain’t that a sweet kind of guy.!!. So, forget the letter I am riding again, as in “throw the saddle on the stove, we are riding the range tonight”.


 Later,Joe !!


reconnecting with the spirit in the sky