Valentine's Day Special

Cards? Chocolates? Flowers? A cute little fuzzy stuffed animal? NOT FOR ME! I am a Valentine Grinch if such a thing exist. I throw out a card after I read it, I buy sweets myself when craving occurs, and flowers are best kept in Mother Earth, and not ripped out and left to dry. I also have a sadistic streak that might lead to playing hangman with a stuffed toy.

My better half knows about my feelings towards forced upon rituals by society, and makes every effort to surprise me with gifts when I least expect it.

Last weekend we came by my favourite motorcycle shop. We browsed around, and while I briefly flirted with an R1200R, hubby discovered some Olympia AST jackets on sale. He pulled a bright one out and said, here this looks like a safe colour, I want you to wear it, this will be your Valentine. Of course I oblige, the jacket fits, it's yellow, and now it's mine.

Can you see me now?

LOVE IS... if your non-riding partner buys you motorcycle gear.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sick of being sick

I have been down with the flu for the better part of the week, and spent most of my time confined to indoors. By Saturday I suffered from cabin fever more than anything else, but there were chores to do and it rained endlessly.

Today I sneaked out under the worried eyes of hubby reminding me, you are still sick, you know... and spent one and a half blissful hours in fresh air, just riding, and only with a quick stop at the ferry dock in Horseshoe Bay.

I have my Zen back.

Distance: 86km (53.4 mi)
Weather: cloudy, 8C (46.4F), calm

Travel Pod

When it comes to motorcycling I am usually very low tech. I hate carrying around the weight of items that might or might not be needed, and my interest in gadgets is very limited.  I barely even use a GPS although I have a RAM mount for it. My emergency kit for day trips merely consists of cell phone, camera and credit card.

Since I am riding solo quite often the only thing that kept bugging me was if I wanted to take the occasional picture with myself in it. I have a travel tripod, but it is too bulky and heavy to carry on a motorcycle.

Today I found a thing called Gorillapod in the friendly neighbourhood camera shop, and took it home.

The pod in its natural habitat. It opens up a whole new world of awkward camera positions that one never thought of before. I am pretty sure this accessory will be fun to travel with.