Sunday, June 20, 2010

An Undesirable Father's Day Gift...

After Sunday services today I had the opportunity to head out for a quick Father's Day on the Suzuki. It was a real pressure cooker out today with temps in the high 90's and humidity that felt like a large Saint Bernard panting in my face.

I didn't stay out too long but long enough to get soaked through with sweat under my gear - ATGATT - even on the hot days. Once I returned home I parked the bike in the driveway and went inside to cool off with a shower.
As I was exiting the shower, I heard the dogs barking, which is not uncommon. The sound of a field mouse digging for dinner out in the yard will send these two howling to the windows and doors - anything to protect the family home. But this time the barking continued - whatever they were barking at wasn't going away.
I dried off, put on the minimal layer of "go see what this is about" clothing and marched down the stairs to investigate. I'm not certain, because the windows were closed and the AC was running, but I swear I heard a sewing machine running, then fade away into the distance. I pulled back the blinds and peered out through the front window - nothing.
I then went to the side window that looks out over at the driveway. All seemed fine...bike still there...nothing out of the ordinary....but wait...."What is that on the bike?", I muttered out loud.
"There's something on the seat. What in the world is that?"

There appeared to be something for me on the seat of the bike...


I went out to the driveway to investigate. As I moved closer I started to suspect what 'It' was. As I reached the bike, the smell confirmed it.


A "fresh" present for Father's Day...courtesy of a local BMW rider...but which one?


It appears as though I just received a 'hint' from some area Beemer riders. I can't wait to find out from whom...Happy Father's Day!

3 comments:

  1. It wasn't me. My printing is not nearly that neat. Must have been an engineer. Take your pick from the umpteen thousand in the Pac.

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  2. None of the piles are missing from our chicken run...

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  3. Dear Mike:

    Had that been a gift from me, it wouldn't have been plastic. But do you see how easy it is for something like this to occur?. This is why you must never part your bike by garbage cans awaiting collection.

    Fondest regards,
    Jack ®iepe

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