I like to walk some nights during my lunch break and to do that I prefer the south shore of the island. I am not supposed to leave the city during my breaks which is no hardship as there is a fine sidewalk along South Roosevelt Boulevard for joggers, cyclists and midnight walkers. Summer nights here are quite lovely with a black sky overhead, black water alongside and not much traffic at all. This Harley Sportster lives out here, the wheels no doubt of a boater living in Cow Key Channel, which is the waterway separating Key West from Stock Island.
riepe, who likes to call me CS either because he can't spell Conchscooter or because it is an effort to insult me, takes pleasure in looking for motorcycle riders who have bigger problems than he does,which is not easy. However Key West is home to many elderly vehicles and tired tourist wagons which like to regurgitate oil on the streets. Park a motorcycle on it, and if it isn't a BMW riepe thinks it leaks oil.
I am no great fan of using the flash. Here's why:
When I'm not walking South Roosevelt and photographing my Bonneville, sometimes I walk the White Street Pier and watch the homeless nap and the anglers dangle their lines. This place on the other hand attracts not too many people doing things. This is a place for humans being, not humans doing. Walk, look, listen and enjoy the silence.
In a few hours photographers will have their tripods up and pointed east, walkers will be walking and joggers will be running and all that goodness. This half hour is mine, and I like it very much.
riepe, who likes to call me CS either because he can't spell Conchscooter or because it is an effort to insult me, takes pleasure in looking for motorcycle riders who have bigger problems than he does,which is not easy. However Key West is home to many elderly vehicles and tired tourist wagons which like to regurgitate oil on the streets. Park a motorcycle on it, and if it isn't a BMW riepe thinks it leaks oil.
I am no great fan of using the flash. Here's why:When I'm not walking South Roosevelt and photographing my Bonneville, sometimes I walk the White Street Pier and watch the homeless nap and the anglers dangle their lines. This place on the other hand attracts not too many people doing things. This is a place for humans being, not humans doing. Walk, look, listen and enjoy the silence.In a few hours photographers will have their tripods up and pointed east, walkers will be walking and joggers will be running and all that goodness. This half hour is mine, and I like it very much.
2 comments:
Dear Mr. CS:
How you love to take my name in vain. But one cannot ignore the fresh stains underneath the venerable Sportster. As to your Triumph, I was only guessing, but hit close enbough to the bullseye. Another friend of mine reported an oil leak with the "Bonne" too, but like yours, it was slight and happened around 40,000 miles.
I seriously envy you the ability to walk, as it is beyond me for more than 50 yards. I have an appointment with a cardiologist next week, as good news always comes in threes. Apparently, the time has come to take Mr. Toad in hand.
The K75 was on blocks for the last month as it required my attention on a scale rarely demonstrated in normal riding. I did not ride before my business trip in May (bad karma) and did not ride for the ten days after until the problem was resolved. As usual, it cost $533 to get the matter rectified.
I am planning to go out tomorrow morning, to put a load on the part in question and to see what the story is. According to the experts... This may just be "Phase 1."
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
The Bonneville goes in for it's 12,000 miles check, the third such and it happens in ten days. I'm sure it will be $500. It's a nationwide figure.
Taking your vain in name is a constant joy.
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