tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333594380363882958.post5627886077285499384..comments2023-08-28T03:19:34.617-07:00Comments on It's Nelly's World: E AMelissa Holbrook Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15617752678155038816noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333594380363882958.post-10722755315308833342009-02-18T06:50:00.000-08:002009-02-18T06:50:00.000-08:00I hereby promise that I am going to stop talking a...I hereby promise that I am going to stop talking about "getting" a bike. The next time I talk about a motorcycle, it will be in past tense: GOT IT.<BR/><BR/>Just have a little business to take care of first (find a house to buy, within the next month; start writing new, overdue, book. Small things like that).<BR/><BR/>Remedial MSF classes start here next month. I checked.<BR/><BR/>Sanity's overrated.Melissa Holbrook Piersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15617752678155038816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333594380363882958.post-29325183659213225332009-02-17T12:49:00.000-08:002009-02-17T12:49:00.000-08:00i'm not. but I tell people I am. Once I had a...i'm not. but I tell people I am. <BR/><BR/>Once I had a bit of paper that declared me sane. my dog ate it.<BR/><BR/>and I am hopelessly addicted to facebook, but am able to turn off computer and walk away.<BR/><BR/>Ride on Enfield turned up cold and a little rainy. but still wonderful.<BR/><BR/>get a bikecstatmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00217901395454107751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333594380363882958.post-45256503802736876352009-02-16T05:56:00.000-08:002009-02-16T05:56:00.000-08:00Charles, you sound frighteningly sane. Is it beca...Charles, you sound frighteningly sane. Is it because when you turn those wrenches while working on your machines, you are also turning inner wrenches on the frozen bolts in your brain? (Did I say this somewhere else? I think there's an echo in here . . . ) Well, I am properly jealous, and hope you had a great and freeing ride. I want you to know that I am making moves toward bugs on the visor again soon.Melissa Holbrook Piersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15617752678155038816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333594380363882958.post-47001669238825423062009-02-14T21:37:00.000-08:002009-02-14T21:37:00.000-08:00happy valentines day.peck peck peckI always likene...happy valentines day.<BR/><BR/>peck peck peck<BR/><BR/>I always likened my day-job to the dancing chicken at the county fair. <BR/><BR/>It's not really dancing, the 'stage' is a hot plate, and the carny turns the heat up or down for faster or slower dancing....<BR/><BR/>working on things, mechanical things, is when I can go at whatever pace I want. Not the carny's hot plate.<BR/><BR/>The computer is a tool, we control how fast or slow we need the inputs. <BR/><BR/>Now I am gonna catch up on Facebook, then turn it off and take the Royal Enfield out for a very late night ride.cstatmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00217901395454107751noreply@blogger.com