Rides and Tales

The dust hasn’t settled, and won’t for another week but I’m calling the Christmas of ‘ought seven’ an unqualified success. Christmas Eve, the Hot Granny, and I, met the kids and the little one for supper.

Now, Jill can put together a pretty slick itinerary, and late Christmas morn found us back on the bikes and headed back into town where we were meeting the kids for the
First Ever Annual Family Christmas Lunch Run.

Daughter is still a little green, not having a lot of time for motorcycle practice, so this day was ideal for what we had in mind since traffic was light. With Jill in the lead and Daughter behind her, the lad and I rode sweep, ready to discourage any cagers from driving close to our newest rider.

Our route took us down Ocean Dr, which follows the curve of Corpus Christi Bay, to U&I Restaurant, at the edge of down town.
The place has changed hands several times over many years but the quality of food and service has been maintained.
When in Corpus Christi, eat at U&I Restaurant.

Part of our plan was to get a picture of us with our bikes, so on our return trip we pulled in at one of several parks that line Ocean Dr. for a little do-it-yourself photography. The sun was pretty low, by then, but I think the results are passable.

The Kid had other obligations and had to leave, but Daughter rode out to the Bluff with us where she and Jill made cookies, then popcorn while they watched Futurama. I did my part by eating cookies and sleeping on the couch.

This an edited excerpt of an exchange on a motorcycle owners club message board:

(M) [POST]: Yes ladies I’m about to do my annual Christmas shopping for all of you at my favorite womens gift stores, Victoria’s Secret and Fredricks of Hollywood. Please post your measurements so I can purchase gifts that will fit you correctly.

(F) [RESPONSE]: Well in Victoria’s Secret it all depends on what your talking about. You’ll have to call my husband on that.

Fredricks of Hollywood.. I have all I need from them.

Now in Areostitch I did see a few things I liked.

“Now, in Aerostich”, she says…

For the uninitiated, let me compare Victoria’s Secret with Aerostich.

The lady who responded is a lovely woman, physically and spiritually, whom I watched getting smaller as she jammed on her 1500 cc motor trike down a mountain road that would make some flatlanders dizzy just looking at it on a map.
Not far behind on her Honda Magna was my own beauty, the Hot Granny, wearing last year’s Christmas present, a stylish modular (flip front) helmet.

Asked what she wanted for Christmas, this year, she expressed a desire for a mesh jacket.

Now, do you wonder that old school types declare “them tits belong behind me, not beside me”? I like a woman dressed like a cosmonaut as much as the next guy, I guess, but I understand the sentiment. I mean, you try to develop a good business relationship with Larry and the guys down at
Hot Honeys Sexy Bikershit and Nipple Gloss Warehouse and the bargains end up stuffed behind the little woman’s Kevlar jump suit.

Oh! And those thigh-high boots with the spiky heels you bought from your sister when she married that Sunday school guy? Forget about ever seeing them on a foot peg!

But, I run on.

All BS aside, I got to tip my hat to the ladies for being responsible riders and wearing serious protective riding gear.

Too bad it doesn’t come in see-through.