it must run in the family.
Isn't my dad cute?
January 3, 2003
Welcome to 2003, everyone! If the first three days are any indication, the year is already shaping up to a pretty good year, at least motorcycle-wise.
First of all, the pictures are back up! Well, mostly. There are still six photo directories on my old server that I still need to move over (yes, probably the exact six that you want to look at), but I finally just sat down this morning and reconfigured the thumbnail photo script so that it works on the new server. Huzzah! So, with the exception of those six directories, all the pictures should work again, and will continue to work into the future (...and beyooooond!). So mote it be.
Oh, and November 2002 is back in the archive section here, too.
the annual midwestern holiday circuit.
It was a pretty light year for motorcycle swag, at least for me. Peter scored some bike stuff (mainly because, well, I'm obsessed, so I bought him a bunch of crap), though, so it evens out. I did, however, end up with the first season of Law and Order on DVD, which has nothing at all to do with bikes, but I pay the hosting bill for this site, and therefore you have to read about my Chris Noth/Michael Moriarty issues. I watched five hours of Law and Order last night. There's probably some sort of neurosis associated with that.
Dragging this kicking and screaming back on-topic, I did get to talk bikes at a cocktail party in Ohio for about 4 minutes, which made me very happy indeed. Peter's parents have a friend named Blair who does all sorts of cool stuff and therefore, also rides. Poor Blair made the mistake of mentioning his bike to me (he'd met me before) on my seventh straight day of Having No One To Talk To About Motorcycles. I think Peter finally hit me over the head with something and dragged me away from the poor man.
starting 2003 out right.
It was a really fun afternoon -- we all met at a diner in Pleasanton for lunch, and just hung out and gabbed. I'd forgotten to charge my camera battery after New Year's Eve, so I couldn't take any pictures, but just picture about 20 gals wearing various levels of leather, Cordura, and other biker gear exchanging Christmas and New Years' stories over greasy diner food. A little slice of heaven, I tell you.
I was one of the last people to leave, and the remaining members started talking about the Keigwin novice track day we're all doing in late April. I've been waffling about whether I want to bring the SVS, or borrow Cat's Ninja 250, but I think I'm leaning towards riding the SVS. Everyone I've talked to says that instructional track days are pretty low-key (in the sense that no one is expected to go all-out and break any world speed records) and that I'll be best off on the bike I'm most comfortable with. So there we go.
I took one of my favorite local roads, Niles Canyon, home from the diner. Niles Canyon Road is really just another name for Highway 84, which, from the East Bay, turns into the Dumbarton Bridge and then continues up into the foothills (passing by Alice's) and goes over to the coast. It's a really nice road all the way through.....except where it passes through Fremont over in the East Bay. I really want to be in a room alone with whomever put up the signs through Fremont for 84. It's a mess. There's no good way to follow the road through the city. Blecch.