Buckaroo Banzai's Love Child

There's something about new love which is both intoxicating and maddening. It sets up a conflict within, wishing to dive in, immerse yourself, rush forward to see where it goes, yet stretching it out and savoring each moment and 'first' that comes along. First date, first kiss, first ILY - special moments that mark time better than a calendar. Time cascades into ripples of images, where memories overlay and hours disappear.

My first kiss was Marshall McClanahan who lived across the street. We were six years old, and he moved into the house of my first boyfriend, Johnnie Humphrey, who moved away when I was four. I don't remember why I kissed Marshall, and not Johnnie, but I did. After school, I'd watch old Godzilla movies with Charlie Blaylock, and I held hands with Chris Paine, who walked me home from school through the woods. Other firsts came along - first date, first grownup boyfriend, and of course, who doesn't remember their first time. My first time was highly unusual though.

Many people tell stories of young love, the backseat of a car, the stadium at school, their parents house. I got a menu. *laugh* Knowing we were headed in that direction, he gave me some pillow books to read.....a sort of How-To guide for new lovers....browsing them alone, I was able to see what intrigued me in concept, and what I was actually willing to try. Basically, I was like "I want to try that, and that, and that.....and I don't know if my body bends that way, but just in case it does, I want to try that, too." As a Gemini, it was a perfect introduction.

I had a strange dream afterwards, that my brother who had cancer wanted to come back as my baby and that I was pregnant with him. The morning after, I returned home to find out that my brother really had died - at almost the exact moment I lost my virginity. Twas surreal - Was it a premonition? I don't know; that was nearly twenty years ago, and I have yet to have a child.

It's been a *long* time since I was in love. For the last several years it seems that I was hit and miss with men. I'd meet someone interesting, and they'd move away. Or they wouldn't call. Or they did call, and I had to tell them no. Lots of first dates, and online meet & greets, but no one that really sparked my imagination, my passions and desire. I've tried Yahoo, I've tried Match, I've tried E-Harmony, I even joined Events and Adventures - a singles club that sets up activities for people to do, so they could mingle. Nada!

And then I finally met someone the old fashioned way - in real life. It's still early in the relationship, and who knows where it will go - but it has potential. It took me a while to realize it - we've known each other nearly a year, and both been interested in the other, but unaware that it was mutual. I joke that he's a cross between Buckaroo Banzai and MacGyver. According to IMDB, MacGyver is "Part boy-scout. Part genius. All hero." and "Buckaroo Banzai is a rock-star/brain-surgeon/comic-book-hero/samurai who along with his group, the Hong Kong Cavaliers, must stop evil creatures from the 8th dimension (all named John) who are trying to conquer our dimension. He is helped by Penny Pretty, who is a dead ringer for his ex-wife, and some good extra-dimensional beings who look and talk like Jamaicans."

What's not to love?

--BT

Twenty-Eight Miles

I've had my motorcycle for a couple of weeks now, but have not had an opportunity to ride it until today. First, I needed to make sure I had insurance on it. Then the weather soured, and I waited for it to clear. I finally had a good evening, only to discover I couldn't back it out of my space (slanted sideways on a hill, backing it UP hill using only my leg muscles since there is no reverse on a motorcycle). I had someone come over this weekend, to turn it around for me so I could use 1st gear to pull out forward instead of backing out.

Over the weekend, it became apparent that the brakes on my car needed some attention (BOY did they need attention, did I discover!), so the need to ride the motorcycle as my back-up transportation came into play. I left a note for work letting them know the car was going in the shop, and I'd be late.

I borrowed some warm riding gear from someone, and headed out to my condo, where I'm keeping the bike. As I was getting ready this morning, it was strange to realize that I was a bit trepidatious about riding it. It's a bigger bike than I've ever ridden before. I'd never gone over 20mph. All of my experience was in a controlled environment - not the semi-controlled chaos of city streets. I knew I wasn't ready for freeways, but surface streets can be equally as unpredictable. Was I ready? Could I handle this? Was it too much for me? Little questions prickled my spine.

I've used a fair bit of caution in avoiding circumstances I knew I wasn't ready for - riding in the rain, on freeways, at night - but I was surprised that I felt fear about getting on it at all. When I dropped my car off at the dealership, I asked for a ride back to my condo.......it's only a block away, but carrying helmet, gloves, backpack, fully armored fully lined motorcycle jacket, and waterproof riding pants, I didn't care to walk it. They dropped me off, and I went inside to dress.

It was now or never. The weather was perfect, I had driven the route I was going to take before, and I was in no rush to get there. If I didn't do it today, I knew I never would. With speed bumps the size of hippopotamuses, the first tenth of a mile was a little bumpy. But then the bike settled down and so did I, and my fears dissipated.

I got to take it around some sharp corners, up and down hills, numerous traffic lights, and many sharp curves. The wind whistled through my helmet, but the armored shoulder pads held my backpack firmly in place. The faster I went, the more comfortable the bike felt. I made it up to 45 mph, and by the time I got to work, I was wishing I worked further away. :)

Today was a gorgeous day here in Seattle, and the bikes began to line up at work, including mine! I went to lunch with another motorcycle enthusiast, and he said I had good riding form. He's *very* experienced, so that's definitely a great compliment to hear. Other than killing the engine nearly every time I started to move on the way to work, and trying to figure out how to make a left turn across rush hour traffic up a hill without a traffic signal on the way home, it was good.

Once I got over it, I had a blast! Now, I need, I need, I need.........riding gear, better boots, accessories for the bike, more experience, and good routes to travel. Just what I need - another expensive hobby. *lol* But the investment in protection is worth the price. If I hadn't just spent $600 on a brake job today, I'd be ready to shop.

So can you guess how far I rode today??

:)

--BT

Visual DNA

Read my VisualDNA™     Get your own VisualDNA™

Ran across this on someone else's blog, and really liked it. If you'll roll across each picture, it let me put a short description on WHY I chose what I chose. What is your visual DNA? If you do it, leave me a link so I can check it out.

--BT

The Ten Thousand Dollar Day

Thursday turned out to be a super productive, extremely expensive day. There aren't many days that I can honestly say I spent ten grand, and was happy about it. Heck there aren't many days I can say that, period!

The Painters: Two days. That's all it took. They came in on Wednesday, and by Thursday afternoon they were headed out to go fishing. Gotta love motivation like that. The place looks *fabulous*!! I cannot state that often enough. While I'm quite certain I could have done it cheaper myself, the results would have reflected that. Nothing really stands up to the professional, and that's what makes them worth paying for.

The Movers: Yay!! My stuff has arrived!! I haven't spent quality time with my furniture in over a year. I was so happy to see my Chinese screen that I kissed it. Now, they weren't the fastest guys on the planet, but it worked. They picked things up in early May, and by request, waited to deliver it until early June. Took them 2 and a half hours to unload & put everything into a 10 x 10 storage unit. I am fortunate that I can take a three hour lunch, without taking too much of a hit at work. Now, if I could just get the carpet guys to come out, I'd be able to move in.

The Bike: Hot chick on a hot bike. *lol* That's what one of my co-workers said when he saw what I'd purchased. Of course, then he got nervous that he'd offended me. You know the whole work, sexual harassment, can't say Boo. I'm like - hey, it was a compliment! Can't get much better than that! Damn!

So what did I get? It's a 2006 Midnight Black Buell Blast motorcycle, with only 197 miles on it. However, unlike many sport bikes, this is not a lean-over, crotch rocket style bike. It's got the styling of one, but rider positioning is more like a cruiser. I really thought about getting the white one, but it was an '03 (with only 300 miles on it) for the same price as the '06.

I have not yet had the pleasure of riding it though. The dealer did some prep to it, and so we went to pick it up today. My friend rode it home for me, but until I have insurance on it, I'm going to hold off on putting it on the road. But I had to laugh as I'm following him back to my place......not that I'm planning to, but if I were to accidentally hit my own bike, while driving his car, would that be covered under my insurance as uninsured motorist, since the bike was uninsured, but I *am* insured for any car I drive? Sheesh - this sounds like one of those math questions "If two trains left New York..."

Slowly, but surely the pieces are falling into place. Expensive pieces, to be sure, but money well spent.

Thanks, Dad.

--BT

Great Day, but D'oh!

In any job, in any company, there's always a lot of hoo-haa about 'the customer's experience', which is really an illusion. We cannot truly know someone else's perspective, even if we 'walk a mile' in their moccasins. But once in a while we are given a glimpse, and last night was that moment.

I woke up about 3am Friday morning, my shoulder aching with just a little bit in pain. I've had nearly a year of chiropractic work on it, but the adhesions are still there, and it still gives me issues. So a 2am wake-up call isn't that unusual. I wandered around for a bit, weighed, went to the bathroom, weighed again, had a glass of water, weighed again. I'm almost always about 155, give or take. I don't know why, but I find that give & take fascinating.

Then, to lull my mind into a daze so I could go back to sleep, I sat down at the computer. It only took a few keystrokes and a couple of swear words to realize that my Internet is down. I *JUST* had them out here on *Wednesday* to fix the cable TV, and now the Internet is broken????? NOT a happy camper, but it *is* 3am, and maybe they are doing maintenance. So I shrug, just a little bit put out that I can't check email, and head back to bed.

Around 8am - a much more civilized hour to be rolling out of bed - I start my morning routine, which consists of stumbling around in some state of nudity and clothing discord, wiping the sleep out of my eyes, saying "Not Yet" to the cats who are demanding breakfast, and checking my email. Except.....it's STILL not connecting. GRrrRRrrr When I get a minute, I'm going to read somebody the riot act. They were JUST out here! What did they mess up this time?? *heavysigh* I do NOT have time for this. I can't be staying home in four hour blocks 2-3x a week while they fix stuff.

But I was going to see the Mariners that night, and go motorcycle shopping in the afternoon. It's supposed to be a beautiful day, I think, but I'm not able to tell since I can't get to weather.com. I'm leaving work early, and hoping I have everything ready. Where's my ticket? Oh yes, I attached it to my keychain last night so I *couldn't* forget it! Uhm....now where did I put my keychain?

About halfway through the morning, my cell phone stops working. I *think* this is a good thing, as I had requested that my service be transferred from my old phone to the fancy-schmancy new one that I bought last week. Except - the guy that is taking me to look at motorcycles is out, and the only way I have to reach him is by phone.....and he can't call me back because they have actually decided to do my migration in a matter of hours instead of the 10-14 days the website threatened....er....promised. Maybe half an hour later, I can make outgoing calls on the new phone. Progress! And then what do you know - I get an email confirming everything is done, and the new toy is ready to go. Yay! Just in time.

Two o'clock, I'm ready to go, and my friend, the motorcycle expert, is out front waiting for me. Whew! He's a great guy, and knowledgeable about just about everything, which is why I wanted him along. We looked at a number of cool looking bikes, including the Ninja, the Honda Shadow Aero, and the Buell Blast (see inset - and no, that's not me! *lol* I wish!) Learned a few things, sat down, straddled, mounted, inspected, peered under, over, around and leaned on a number of fine pieces of machinery. He quizzed the minions at the bike shops, mumbling magickal spells of comprehension in a language known only by a select few. By the time I found a model I really liked, it was time to head off to the baseball game.

Win or lose, I *love* the Mariners. From the first pitch to the last out, they are a thrill to watch, whether it's banging your head against an invisible wall as you watch the pitcher play Pin The Ball On The Strike Zone, or leaping out of your seat as a ground rule double ties up the game.....again. Ichiro broke the season record for hitting in the most number of consecutive games (25). Eight pitchers, and seven runs later, it's the 7th inning, and Ritchie Sexson came up to bat. I turned to one of my friends and said "we've seen everything but a home run tonight" and Voila - the next pitch Ritchie sent sailing over the Center Field wall.

Now, I lived in Texas for eleven years, so even though the M's are my team, I do have a soft spot for some of the Ranger players......Texeira and Kenny Lofton. And when Kenny Lofton, the man who is MY AGE, leapt up in the air, bent his arm backwards over the outfield wall and snatched Beltre's 2-run home run ball out of the stands, I could hardly believe it! I knew I'd be seeing that clip on Sportscenter for years to come. Our catcher made a U-turn just passed 2nd base and started booking it back to first. THAT is something you don't see every day of the week! He didn't make it, and the 2-run home run turned into a double play, ending the inning, and essentially the game.

Twas a long game, nearly four hours, but we had a great time. By the time I made it home, it was after midnight. I really wanted to see that play again, so after watching FSN, I then came upstairs to the computer room to try again. Again - no Internet!? What?! It's been almost 24 hours. I finally broke down and called ComCast. No, I don't know the phone number here. No, I don't know the account number. It's not my account - I can verify the address & the social though, so they decided to help me.

What kind of modem do we have? NO idea, sorry, but we do have a Linksys Router, does that help? She asked me to pull the power cord on it for ten seconds, and try again. I did, and it started working almost immediately. D'oh! God, I feel like such a moron. I troubleshoot high tech electronic equipment for a living, and the most common t/s advice we give out is to power-cycle the freakin' device! I can't believe I didn't think of that earlier.

But all's well that ends well, and this has been a great day.