The cost of being cool...

I guess I've always been a cool chick, owning a sailboat, driving a sporty car, a retired musician and pastry chef, funky hair, tattoos...now I ride a purple Harley Davidson.  I don't consider myself cool, just havin' fun, livin' life to the fullest, tryin' new things whenever I can.  Anyway, my latest 'cool' addition to being that 'cool' Harley riding chick are goggles to go over my glasses - yeah 'cool' (I would insert a picture...but I'll save you all...) 

 

A girl can't always wear her contact lenses and my glasses don't really block out the wind so I had to do it so my mascara didn't run all over my face.  At least I can laugh at myself along with all my friends laughing at me...

 

Then I decide to add a ukulele playing monkey in a grass skirt to the tail light of my bike, you know like a hula girl on the dashboard of one's car, only a monkey...in a grass skirt...playing a ukulele...He used to look like this:

 

 

 

After the first 2 hours going up country roads last week doing 80 km/hr, Mike giggling to himself all the time watching that little monkey shake his bootie, he sadly now looks like this:

  (picture is sideways for some weird reason...)

 

 

Now, the other cool thing is, my dad bought me these totally smokin' hot red boots last Christmas: 

 

I have had my eyes on those boots since August 2013.  Yup wore them almost ever day last winter.  So of course I decide to wear them while riding my motorcycle.  And in searching for that cool factor on my bike, I took the heat shields off my exhaust just because I could.

 

But sadly, my boots now look like this...

 

 

I guess it could be a cool story if I tell people that it happened during a burnout but alas, it really happened while I was learning to ride my bike and was so scared and tense I didn't feel that my boots were on fire (I also melted the belt on my sweater because it was hanging on the oil tank, but really it wasn't that bad).

 

Oh well, I'm off to Laconia Bike Week tomorrow, so I'm sure my 'cool' factor should be kicked up another notch, we'll see about that...stay tuned all you cool cats...

Petcocks and Dry-Age Beef

Had my first long distance ride last Saturday with my boy Mike and our awesome friends John and Carol.  Mike on his Heritage Soft Tail with those ridiculous handlebars, John and Carol on their Kawasaki and me on my cute purple Sportster (although when I'm done with it this winter it won't be so cute, more along the lines of bad-ass).

 

Where did we ride?  Well we started in Innisfil and ended up in Thornbury.   I'm relatively new to this part of Ontario and it's more fun to explore the back roads on a bike than in a cage (aka car) so it was really great to be travelling down winding back roads, some with vistas of Georgian Bay and collecting bugs on my sunglasses.  Our route took us around the town of Blue Mountain, and to a little spot called Ravenna Country Market, where we had a bit of lunch at the corner of Grey Road 2 and County Road 15.  It was a perfect place to take a break.

There were a gaggle of bicycle dudes with their expensive road bikes and one cool dude with a blonde in the passenger seat driving this:

 

 

 

We ended up at Black Angus Fine Meats and Game in Thornbury (207484 Highway 26, Thornbury, ON N0H 2P0), where I used to work.  After shooting the shite with Sean Kelly, the owner, we rode off with some killer steaks in John and Carol's beer buckets.  If you haven't had a 60 day-dry aged, AAA Black Angus striploin, you haven't lived and the best are at Black Angus!  Thanks Sean. www.blackangusmeat.com

 

I learned that my little Sportster can do about 130 kms on one tank of gas about 7 litres,  before turning it over to the reserve tank via the petcock (I just love saying that word...petcock).  I didn't intend on finding out how far I could go on one tank of gas, however, after we discussed where the gas station was on the way to the butcher shop, my thoughts were obviously elsewhere and I drove right by it and eventually the butcher shop as well.  I asked Mike if I should put my tank on reserve (via the petcock..tee hee) and he said no, I was being punished for driving right by the gas station and making everyone go back.  But I made it and $6 later, tank full.

We finally made it home after about a 7 hour ride and over 220 kms under the tires and the 4 of us were only able to cook dinner, have a few drinks and go to bed, I was even too tired to watch Sons on Anarchy, Season 2, episode 2...