My view of the world

I finally got to ride up to San Pedro for a friend’s birthday party and I’m glad I don’t do that very often.
On the open road, it felt good to get out, but, in and around town, the idiots ruled the road. You would think that the other drivers would notice a couple of old school Harleys, complete with loud pipes, but they ignored our turn signals (hand), they cut us off when they changed lanes and pulled out of parking lots directly in front of us, like they didn’t see us at all. I guess, in a world full of suvs we’re just not big enough to be considered a threat.
Except for a couple of pit stops, we rode straight through, got there, partied for a day or so, got a couple of hours sleep and rode back.
It felt good to see old friends and to get out on the road, but I’m getting too damn old to do the, ride all night, party all day, ride back, sleep for a few hours and then get up and go to work routine, and on top of that, my butt hurts.
It’s hard for me to believe, that a long time ago, I actually made the Iron Butt run on a ‘64 panhead.

The weather is great in the valley this time of year, it’s in the nineties during the day, but it’s in the seventies at night. We went north and across so we had a couple of high spots to cross and they were cold, but not freeze your butt off cold, we even managed to avoid any rain.
It’s definitely a great time of year for riding.

We have a guy at work who’s famous for being an asshole. He’s one of those do it my way, because I’m the only one in the whole wide world who’s knows anything, types. Every time he starts to talk I hear the sound of jack-boots and Wagner’s Flight of the Valkyries.
Anyway, you get the idea.
This morning on our inhouse website the message of the day was:
“Staying angry is a waste of your time and energy. Learn to forgive and forget. Once you do, you’ll have so much more space in your life for love and enjoyment. Get out there and laugh yourself silly. Now.”

I guess he’s tired of people telling him what they think, or he’s on some really good meds.
Personally, I think he’s finally having a nervious breakdown, however, if it is good drugs, I hope he brought enough for everyone, because it’s my monday, and I have a nice little grade 2 hangover, I need about 4 more hours of sleep, I have a rather long list of projects I was going to do over the weekend and didn’t, and I’m more than a little cranky.

I wonder why people have this sudden change of attitude, without a change of base personality. I know he thinks all will be forgiven. WRONG.
He’s made everyone mad, he thinks, and has said that everyone’s stupid, except him of course, he blames everyone else for his screwups and he gets angry if he has to explain anything more than once.
So… I bet he thinks he’s the only one around this asylum for the criminally insane that is normal, he sees himself as kind, sweet and understanding, and he’s just trying to help the rest of us be more like him.

People are so weird, if it wasn’t for the entertainment they provide, I’d go live in a cave.