After a three week absence of blog posts (maybe that’s lucky for you) and two weeks of nothing written – my first break in years and years – the letters are back. That doesn’t mean they’re good, it just means we’re back in the saddle.
October 6, 2014
Ellen/Reid: Here’s a new way to jump start your Monday morning without coffee. I was at the kitchen table about 5:30 reading the paper (and sipping coffee) when an awful racket arose in an instant just outside the window. I knew right off the howling in unison was 3-4-5 coyotes announcing their find of the deer carcass straddling the creek not 25 yards from where I sat. I mean, that got my attention in a hurry. The yelping was loud and went on for a good 25 – 30 seconds, or until about the time I got my flashlight out and shined it where the dead deer lay. The pack went silent and I haven’t heard a peep since. What was a nearly complete carcass this time yesterday morning was down to the breast plate and nothing else when I shoved off for the YMCA about 8:30. They made quick work. The last time I heard such a hair-raising howl was in the Rockies about 35 years ago. My tent was in the Gore Range just east of Vail when out of no where – and very close – was a similar pack. It really does shiver your timbers. Incredibly eerie, but that’s just part of the nature scene. Kind of nice, actually. The wild kingdom rules.
The new (somewhat used) Harley Road King Classic is quite a thing.
It’s a bigger bike, not by much, than the old Heritage. The profile is wider, the gas tank another 1.5 gallons larger, and the front end is more pronounced with a much bigger main headlamp. The purchase came out of the blue. The old bike went in for a state license inspection, and while waiting I lounged in the used bike area, and there sat the jet black Road King. It looked showroom new, with 7,000 miles. It’s a 2013 model, and literally was ridden by a 68 year old guy who had to give it up because of Parkinson’s Disease. His loss was my gain – he had added some nice bells and whistles like a spiffy tach and a juiced up injection system – and the dealership made me a relatively decent offer on the Heritage in trade. As you know, a Road King was in my retirement plans all along. My mistake was back in ’03 Continue reading