Yes Emily

Yes Emily, girls can ride motorcycles!

Sunday, November 27, 2011

I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas

So…did I fall asleep and wake up somewhere in Texas?

When you live in Canada the words Christmas lights and motorcycle ride rarely come together in the same sentence yet there I stood, in front of my house, battling the tangle of chewed up twinkle lights listening to motorcycle after motorcycle passing by. Of course I was a bit preoccupied wondering how it is that my Golden Retriever has managed to live to the ripe old age of twelve without being electrocuted after chewing up at least two strings of twinkle lights each year for the past 10 years of her life.

There are only 28 days until Christmas and today it was a cloudy yet balmy 12 degrees C. Sure we had a freak snow storm that lasted for about a nano second on Wednesday making me wish I’d gotten ‘snows’ installed (according to the weather network there wasn’t any place in Canada that didn’t have snow this past week). But it went as fast as it came and the diehard bikers, who haven’t put their rides into storage, will be bragging for decades about 2011 and how they were still riding at the end of November and maybe even into December. Of course, I won’t be one of them since I packed it in way back in October. On the plus side though, I managed to once again leave the holiday illumination to the last moment and I wasn’t outside in the freezing cold and blowing snow, cursing the fact that I hadn’t gotten around to this job before Halloween. And when the rain began, I was rather glad I wasn’t out there riding ‘cause it looked like a much better day to take a nap.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Seven Day Challenge

Trobairitz recently posted this challenge ...
"If you had unlimited funds and could have one bike for every day of the week, what bikes would you choose? Please do a blog post listing which bike you would choose for which day of the week and why."
So call me boring or call me satisfied or maybe it's just a 'girlie' thing, afterall I do it with socks and sweaters and sometimes even shoes. If I find something I like, I stick with it. So here's what I'd do ... I'd have a VStar in a different color for every day of the week or possibly to suit every mood. I love my Star (after all, in my eyes, it is simply beautiful. It doesn't backfire, it can carry a ---- load of stuff and I can actually touch the ground when sitting in the saddle - what more could I wish for).
I'd choose: green for Monday (it's calming), pink for Tuesday (because I am a girl), lilac is for Wednesday (it's moody and I look good in lilac), blue is for Thursday (because I like blue), yellow for Friday (it's such a happy colour), red is saved for Saturday (it's hot) and I'd save white for Sunday (just because). I am content!

Monday, November 7, 2011

The Ghost of Ann and A Good Case For Modern Women’s Clothing

Watson's Mill, Manotick, Ontario
Just because the Star is sleeping for the winter doesn’t mean I have to sit home, especially with the spectacular fall weather we’ve been having. So the last weekend in October I headed to Watson’s Mill in Manotick with my avid geocaching friend Leslie. Though there were a few die hard bikers in the area and I had a twinge of envy, the frosty nip in the air made me glad I was caged in Leslie’s warm little Matrix. The goal, as part of the ‘cache,’ was to visit the mill and call on its resident ghost.

The mill is said to be haunted by Ann. Poor dear, her long skirts caught in the machinery pulling her to a tragic death in 1861. Our mission that Saturday was to call her forth. Our plan had been to boldly charge to the top of the mill and shout for her. In the end we tip-toed in, quietly whispering “Come forth dear ghost,” both of us suffering from a last minute faint heart and a tweak of, “but what would happen if it was really true?” Needless to say she didn’t appear.

Even without the ghost, the day was terrific with lunch at the Black Dog and a hike around the mill to enjoy the beautiful scenery - just another spectacular spot to visit in Ontario.