Hi all,
Just a quick post to say hello and to let you know that the season is not over yet. If the surfers can be out there in the wet, then we can be out on our scooters doing our thing!
Sunday found me headed to Seabrook to visit Tank, my favorite tattoo artist. We had a brainstorming session so I could tell him my ideas for a 50th birthday commemorative tattoo. You see, I realize now that my brother Rob can never get a tattoo due to the blood-thinning drugs he's on, and will probably have to stay on for the rest of his life. I'd hate to miss out on the chance to further adorn this largely blank canvas.
We had a moment earlier this year at the Rockin' Rib Fest when, due to the beer and the heat, I stripped off my shirt. The Fraulein was surprised to see a tat on me and somehow, I thought that odd. Nothing wrong with tattoos, I just choose to keep mine largely private.
So, Tank and I kicked around an idea I had and he will get back to me with some interpretations of my basic idea.
From Seabrook, I headed North to rendezvous with the rest of the gang. I found them parked at Jenness Beach, in Rye, NH amid a crowded parking lot on a beautiful sunny day. The surfers were out in force, enjoying the good waves and sunshine. The temps were in the mid-60's so I am sure they were pleased.
We hung around for a bit and then I got a surprise when former Audi co-worker Scott Allerheilegen and his lovely girlfriend Jen pulled up alongside us. We chatted for a moment or two but the spell was broken by another car trying to make it's way through the parking lot. Too bad. I gave Scott my card and off they went, towards their local home.
Anyway, we had a spirited ride home, me leading with Jay and Rich close behind. The sun was full on my visor and I was glad to have the smoke-tinted shield on my Arai helmet. As we bombed home, I realized what a perfect short ride it was. A blast across 101 to the beach, up the coast, watching the surfers and zooming home. The yardwork that followed didn't even bother me but I would have rather ridden into Boston with Jerry. Maybe next time.
Don't give up, never give up. There's still good riding to be had, if you just pick your moments.
A low, slow wave,
Joe Rocket
