Housecleaning

Perhaps he could start with his own house…

President Bush implored the United Nations on Tuesday to recommit itself to restoring human decency by liberating oppressed people and ending famine and disease.

…as in, U.S. prisons in Guantanamo, Abu Ghraib, and Afghanistan, where people have been imprisoned for years without access to due process or counsel; the rendering of individuals to foreign countries for torture and imprisonment by the CIA; and, by tying up the ever-continuing loose ends of the Katrina debacle, where, as we all remember, citizens were left to their own devices by a government that’s supposed to help them in times of such need.

Now that would be a good beginning.

Unfortunately, it will never happen.

All hat and no cattle*

Why is this no surprise?

Vicente Fox, the former president of Mexico, derided his political friend as a “windshield cowboy” – a cowboy who prefers to drive…

…Mr Fox offered Mr Bush a ride on a “big palomino” horse. Mr Fox recalled Mr Bush “backing away” from the animal. — from the telegraph.co.uk

I’d post a picture of the cat wearing the hat, but it’s too silly-looking. Besides, Dr. Seuss might take exception.

Link to article here.

*Actually, he owns five on his hat ranch.

Ragtops

Update #2: Look for Under Armour skull caps and pick a silk cap. You might end up with an elastic ring around your head, so I can’t vouch for the look.

Update #1: I searched around and found some welding caps that I wear under my helmet. They’re made of cotton, cost about the same, and you can buy them anywhere. I turn the peak around and it shades the back of my neck. Added bonus: the welding cap seams are sewn flat, and thus don’t feel like they’re cutting into my head after a couple of hours of wearing one under the helmet.

If you do much long distance riding, the thick seams on the front of the silk or cotton helmet liner will dig into your bald head like a knife after a couple of hundred miles. Unlike welding caps, the silk or cotton liners sold by online motorcycle stores  aren’t stitched with flat seams, thus making such seams too thick to be comfortable over the long haul riding, which is what I do a lot of. On the other hand, if you’re doing short rides around town, you won’t notice a thing.

A baseball stitch would be a great addition to any silk helmet liner. Unfortunately, probably because of cost, you’re not going to see any flat stitching in a helmet liner.

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Helmets are a great invention. The keep your head warm when it’s cold, dry when it’s raining, and sweaty when it’s hot. Thus was invented the silk helmet liner, an accoutrement that makes a rider look like a dork when he puts it on, but quickly turns from a fashion nightmare into an item that makes for a more comfortable helmet. Added bonus: the helmet doesn’t stink up as fast.

If you’re going to get a helmet liner, buy two. That way, you can switch them out on a ride and one dries in the wind while you wear the other. I prefer welding caps, since the seams are sewn flat and won’t cut into your head after a couple of hours.

Helmet sanitation tip

Now that I’m finished with my rant, here’s a tip on helmet sanitation for those of you that don’t have a removable liner: When the old brain-bucket does begin to get ripe–and it will–put it in the dishwasher, without soap, and run it through a wash cycle. Just remember to take the helmet out before the heat cycle comes on. Let it air dry, and voila! Good as new.

Salem Sue lives!

I had completely forgotten about Salem Sue until once again I had her in my sights from miles away. Proudly she stands, near exit 127 on the 94, west of Bismark. Up close, the horrendous sight of her pendulous and swollen udder is enough to send one running, screaming, back down the hill. I was almost sorry I had stopped and climbed the only hill in the region for a closeup look at this giant fiberglass milk cow.

Just try and imagine the size of the cowpie that little beauty could produce.

I’ll leave it to you to examine the link. I just couldn’t bear to take a picture of a giant plastic cow, because basically, it reminded me of all of those cutsie cow salt and pepper shaker sets with cow creamers that I see in folksie cafes on at least every second bike trip.

Sometimes, it’s best to look away from the wreck on the side of the road.

Getting nailed in Fond du Lac

My gypsy wedding tour has come to a grinding halt in Fond du Lac, where an itinerant nail has found its way into my front tire. What is this affinity that my tires have for nails, I ask. The last time it was in Santa Rosa, thus a free ride to Santa Fe. That was good. I’d never been there before.

All is not lost, however. I missed the cold weather by being holed up in a hotel room waiting for maintenance, since I haven’t been able to find a front Metzler — to match the newly-installed rear — in a timely manner.

The wedding is toast now, since I’m a day’s ride away.

I’ll be heading back home, the fast way.

Circling the wagons

Montana badlands

East of Jordan, Montana 200 narrows but travels through mini-badlands for ten miles or so. The early-morning low angle of the sun forces the landscape to stand out in shadowy contrast to the blue sky. Eventually the ground flattens to grain and cattle country once more, and hawks climb high in their search for prey. Pheasants on the side and in the middle of the road like flying up into my path, and I tag a couple. Feathers predominate when I do.

At Circle, I stop for breakfast, but instead discover the Lunchbox, owned and operated by Billie for the past two years. Instead of the eggs I was planning on having, I had a chicken salad wrap and some broccoli soup – much healthier in the long run. Billie says that the place is popular with the locals, and I guess it must be, although Circle is little more than a bump in the road.

Eventually I’m on the boring 94 headed east to Fargo and making good time.

It’s another great riding day, with plenty of sunshine and blue sky.

Places to eat – Circle, Montana

The Lunchbox — Circle, Montana

The Lunchbox, Circle, MontanaIt’s hard to miss, since it’s the only place on the main drag through town.

Hours: 8 a.m. to 7 p.m. spring/summer; to 5:30 p.m. in the fall/winter

This little gem is tucked away on Montana 200. I was looking for a place to stop for my normal road breakfast after an hour or so of riding, but when I pulled in, I discovered that Billie, the owner, doesn’t have a grill. Instead, she has wraps, subs, soups, smoothies and a tanning salon.

I’m sure I’m much healthier for my effort, since I had broccoli soup and a chicken salad wrap.

Not bad for the middle of nowhere — but don’t tell Billie I wrote that.