I Bitched Because I Had No Shoes...

My Rosie calls me a curmudgeon. I suppose I am. I like to bitch a lot, especially when things are not right in my world.

I have my share of aches and pains, but get around pretty good most of the time. But being 62, I find my age creeping up on me, and this year decided to sell the motorcycles. I own a sharp 2003 Triumph Bonneville American, and Rosie has a 2004 Kawasaki Vulcan 800. We love the bikes, but hardly ride them any more. Other interests and time are always getting in the way.

I have convinced myself that I am just getting to old to ride - at least until yesterday.

We had advertised the bikes for sale when we made the move to our brick & mortar, mainly because we are launching 2 new businesses, and are very short on time mostly. So, on Monday we received a call from a gentleman wanting to buy the Kawasaki. We gave him our address and expected him in 10 minutes.

Much to my surprise, a sharp new Lincoln Town Car drove up, the guy driving stuck a handicapped sticker in the windshield, and got out of the Lincoln. I didn't pay much attention, so when he arrived at my garage door, I was greatly surprised.

Bud Tinkey is 81 years old, had a hell of a time swinging his leg over the Kaw, and left soon after. I stood there stunned with a check for the full amount in my hand.

And I bitch because of my aches and pains? I am feeling a bit more humble today...

Drive on...

Charlie~