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blues2cruise wrote:Hey, JWF505, you're going to school to learn to make collages?
i dont know why im going to school, i really dont, but i got your joke, ha ha.
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A night out with the club
Saturday March 25, 2006.
Tonight there was a social get together for the SCRC of which I am a member. I decided I would attend this time. During the day while I was out working in my garden ( I know, I know…..It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day and a perfect riding opportunity, but out of respect for those snow bound folks I decided to stay home and work here
.) While I was outside “Jake” had phoned and left a message asking if I would like him to pick me up or I pick him up to go to the club social. I figured what the heck, why not. It made sense to carpool since we live fairly close and taking 2 vehicles to Langley is not very environmental. So, I called him back and said, “Sure, we can carpool.”(Note, I chose my words carefully) He offered to come and pick me up but I had one question before I could agree to it. I asked him,”Do you smoke in your car?” “If so, I can’t ride in your car”. (I would have driven otherwise and picked him up) He said, “No, he doesn’t smoke in his car because he can’t stand having his car stink.” So, it was agreed that he would come by and get me at 6:30….and phone when he was outside. Since he already knew the building I was in, I didn’t even have to give directions.
Meanwhile, I finished up what work I wanted to do outside for the day and came in to get rid of the grime. Gardening can be very dirty work.
A while later dr_bar called and asked if we could meet for coffee. I said sure. How about we meet in the middle again at the Starbucks on McBride? It is about half way between us so is a convenient place to meet.
Dr_bar said, “If I bring my bike, I’ll need an hour, but if I come in the car it will be about ten minutes”.
I suggested, “You better drive your car, then, because I don’t have all that much time. I’m going out tonight.”
“Where you going?” he asked.
I said, “Don’t you remember me telling you about the SCRC social tonight?”
“No.”
“Well, you could join us if you feel inclined.”
He said he would see what his time was like later. He had to be out in the South Surrey area later, so he said he might drop by.
I just thought of something. I wonder if he dropped by to make sure I was hanging out with an ok crowd…or to check out my ride home. Hahaha Just kidding, dr_bar. Glad you could make it.
Now where was I? Oh, dr_bar and I agreed to meet in about 15 minutes. I was already to leave when he called. Since we had talked earlier in the day so I was expecting his call and had planned for coffee. I was dressed in my chaps and jacket and out the door in a jiffy. I fired up the bike and rode over to McBride to meet dr_bar.
We arrived at the same time. When he saw me walking over to the coffee shop in my gear, he muttered something that sounded like “You bag”. “I am so-o-o-o jealous.”
Of course I had to rub it in, so I gave a little hip wiggle and a nyah, nyah, nyah, all the while laughing. His bike was finally ready to ride, but still needed to be insured. That is what would have taken the extra hour needed. He did get the insurance after we finished coffee. He made some comment about the fact that I had not wanted to wear chaps, but I told him it was because I had never found any that were flattering. The Harley chaps I found actually look good. I modeled for him with a little spin and he agreed they did indeed look good. I have it on authority from the guys in the riding club that these chaps are A-OK. 
We parted ways so that he could go get his insurance and so that I could go home and get ready to go out. It is a time consuming job….getting ready to go out. A friend from work is always complaining about how long it takes his wife to get ready. I asked him, “Do you like the way she looks when you go out?” Well, of course he does. I asked him,”How do you think she gets that way?” “It takes time.”
I won’t go into details about the process, but suffice it to say, if you guys want your women to look for you when you go out, then don’t give her any grief about how long it takes. ( I say this as I smile sweetly). LOL
I was ready to head out the door the moment “Jake” phoned. I must say, aside from being punctual, he was also a gentleman. He was actually out of the car and opened the door for me.
So, Mr. Stark, what is your take on this?
His driving left a little to be desired, but it did make a nice change to be chauffeured. When we arrived I made introductions with people who were new to me and got reacquainted with folks I hadn’t seen for awhile. Our second officer already had permission from the bar to run a 50/50 draw. He then asked if I would go with another one of the women and sell the 50/50 tickets. We reluctantly agreed to do it.
First of all, I have never really been very comfortable in a bar to start with, and to go around a bar talking to strangers is a very scary thing. So, we started off with the people in our section. That went well, so feeling somewhat more confident; we headed out for the nether regions of the bar. It was ok for the most part, but not something I would choose to do again. At one table with four young people at it, the fellow closest to me said he would buy some tickets, but first I had to answer a question.
At this, the friend next to him covered his face in embarrassment because he seemed to know what his friend was up to. The guy who was embarrassed even turned his back. By now everyone was laughing. The guy with the question then asked me if I thought his friend was cute. He wanted to know if women would think he looked ok. The shy guy got coerced into standing up and facing me. I said, “Sure, he’s cute, but he’s young enough to be my son.”
“All right”.
“You got a cougar!” he enthused.
We all had a good laugh including the shy guy. We finally got our five bucks and he got his five tickets.
Dr_bar even bought a few tickets but alas, it was not his lucky night.
We finally made the rounds, and tallied the money. We had collected $140.00 which meant someone was going home with an extra $70.00 and the club got $70.00 to put toward whatever community work they were supporting. We gave the tickets to the bartender, who pulled the winning ticket. He then made the announcement and to my relief it was not a member of our group who won. I think it gives the draw more validity if a non member wins.
I made the rounds to visit other members and Dirtracer Ray said he had a set of saddle bags I might like to purchase. Yahoo! I haven’t got any saddlebags yet, because of the cost.
At 9:30 “Jake” came to find me to go home. We had already agreed earlier to not be too late. He must have been having a good time, because it was later than he planned. I guess all the guys playing pool and watching the hockey game was too much of a good time to leave.
We went outside where he joined the smokers for a final smoke. “It’s my last package”, he said. I said, “Sure, it is.” He smiled and said, “Like you haven’t heard that a million times.” I said, “You’re right.”
Mrs. Dirtracer, the other woman that was selling tickets with me, was there with her “new to her” motorcycle. I asked her to show me. I need to be friends with her because her husband “Dirtracer” is a member of the club. Dirtracer is a terrific guy and although I would never, ever, ever make any attempt on a married man, women can be very insecure when their husbands are friendly with other women.
So, dr_bar and I went with Mrs. Dirtracer to look at her bike. She had a HD Sportser 1200. Mr. Dirtracer rides a RoadStar. After our show and tell and my telling Mrs. Dirtracer that I hoped she would come on some club rides with us, we said our good byes.
“Jake” had pulled up with his car, so I said good night to everyone and headed home. I am discovering that “Jake” can be quite funny sometimes. He does seem a little ditzy though when it comes to roads and streets and freeway exits, etc. Oh, well, I know how to get home.
Earlier in the evening, Dirtracer had asked if we could ride on Sunday if the weather was decent. I said sure. He said he would call in the morning and we’d make a plan….weather contingent of course. And, yes, Mrs. Dirtracer would be coming along.
As I was getting out of the car, “Jake” asked me to give him a call if there was a ride. I promised I would and said good bye.
I am sad to say…Sunday was a dull, blustery, rainy, cold day. Nobody was riding anywhere. It was a good day to catch up on household chores.
My friend Catherine dropped by for tea, and we decided to go out for a bite to eat. So much for chores. I really must stay home once in a while….but, on the other hand, life is short, you only live once, housework will always be waiting, but life may not.
I believe I have a riding date for Saturday. I must go get ready.
Tonight there was a social get together for the SCRC of which I am a member. I decided I would attend this time. During the day while I was out working in my garden ( I know, I know…..It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day and a perfect riding opportunity, but out of respect for those snow bound folks I decided to stay home and work here
.) While I was outside “Jake” had phoned and left a message asking if I would like him to pick me up or I pick him up to go to the club social. I figured what the heck, why not. It made sense to carpool since we live fairly close and taking 2 vehicles to Langley is not very environmental. So, I called him back and said, “Sure, we can carpool.”(Note, I chose my words carefully) He offered to come and pick me up but I had one question before I could agree to it. I asked him,”Do you smoke in your car?” “If so, I can’t ride in your car”. (I would have driven otherwise and picked him up) He said, “No, he doesn’t smoke in his car because he can’t stand having his car stink.” So, it was agreed that he would come by and get me at 6:30….and phone when he was outside. Since he already knew the building I was in, I didn’t even have to give directions. Meanwhile, I finished up what work I wanted to do outside for the day and came in to get rid of the grime. Gardening can be very dirty work.
A while later dr_bar called and asked if we could meet for coffee. I said sure. How about we meet in the middle again at the Starbucks on McBride? It is about half way between us so is a convenient place to meet.
Dr_bar said, “If I bring my bike, I’ll need an hour, but if I come in the car it will be about ten minutes”.
I suggested, “You better drive your car, then, because I don’t have all that much time. I’m going out tonight.”
“Where you going?” he asked.
I said, “Don’t you remember me telling you about the SCRC social tonight?”
“No.”
“Well, you could join us if you feel inclined.”
He said he would see what his time was like later. He had to be out in the South Surrey area later, so he said he might drop by.
I just thought of something. I wonder if he dropped by to make sure I was hanging out with an ok crowd…or to check out my ride home. Hahaha Just kidding, dr_bar. Glad you could make it.
Now where was I? Oh, dr_bar and I agreed to meet in about 15 minutes. I was already to leave when he called. Since we had talked earlier in the day so I was expecting his call and had planned for coffee. I was dressed in my chaps and jacket and out the door in a jiffy. I fired up the bike and rode over to McBride to meet dr_bar.
We arrived at the same time. When he saw me walking over to the coffee shop in my gear, he muttered something that sounded like “You bag”. “I am so-o-o-o jealous.”
Of course I had to rub it in, so I gave a little hip wiggle and a nyah, nyah, nyah, all the while laughing.
His bike was finally ready to ride, but still needed to be insured. That is what would have taken the extra hour needed. He did get the insurance after we finished coffee. He made some comment about the fact that I had not wanted to wear chaps, but I told him it was because I had never found any that were flattering. The Harley chaps I found actually look good. I modeled for him with a little spin and he agreed they did indeed look good. I have it on authority from the guys in the riding club that these chaps are A-OK. We parted ways so that he could go get his insurance and so that I could go home and get ready to go out. It is a time consuming job….getting ready to go out. A friend from work is always complaining about how long it takes his wife to get ready. I asked him, “Do you like the way she looks when you go out?” Well, of course he does. I asked him,”How do you think she gets that way?” “It takes time.”
I won’t go into details about the process, but suffice it to say, if you guys want your women to look for you when you go out, then don’t give her any grief about how long it takes. ( I say this as I smile sweetly). LOL
I was ready to head out the door the moment “Jake” phoned. I must say, aside from being punctual, he was also a gentleman. He was actually out of the car and opened the door for me.
So, Mr. Stark, what is your take on this?
His driving left a little to be desired, but it did make a nice change to be chauffeured. When we arrived I made introductions with people who were new to me and got reacquainted with folks I hadn’t seen for awhile. Our second officer already had permission from the bar to run a 50/50 draw. He then asked if I would go with another one of the women and sell the 50/50 tickets. We reluctantly agreed to do it.
First of all, I have never really been very comfortable in a bar to start with, and to go around a bar talking to strangers is a very scary thing. So, we started off with the people in our section. That went well, so feeling somewhat more confident; we headed out for the nether regions of the bar. It was ok for the most part, but not something I would choose to do again. At one table with four young people at it, the fellow closest to me said he would buy some tickets, but first I had to answer a question.
At this, the friend next to him covered his face in embarrassment because he seemed to know what his friend was up to. The guy who was embarrassed even turned his back. By now everyone was laughing. The guy with the question then asked me if I thought his friend was cute. He wanted to know if women would think he looked ok. The shy guy got coerced into standing up and facing me. I said, “Sure, he’s cute, but he’s young enough to be my son.”
“All right”.
“You got a cougar!” he enthused.We all had a good laugh including the shy guy. We finally got our five bucks and he got his five tickets.
Dr_bar even bought a few tickets but alas, it was not his lucky night.
We finally made the rounds, and tallied the money. We had collected $140.00 which meant someone was going home with an extra $70.00 and the club got $70.00 to put toward whatever community work they were supporting. We gave the tickets to the bartender, who pulled the winning ticket. He then made the announcement and to my relief it was not a member of our group who won. I think it gives the draw more validity if a non member wins.
I made the rounds to visit other members and Dirtracer Ray said he had a set of saddle bags I might like to purchase. Yahoo! I haven’t got any saddlebags yet, because of the cost.
At 9:30 “Jake” came to find me to go home. We had already agreed earlier to not be too late. He must have been having a good time, because it was later than he planned. I guess all the guys playing pool and watching the hockey game was too much of a good time to leave.
We went outside where he joined the smokers for a final smoke. “It’s my last package”, he said. I said, “Sure, it is.” He smiled and said, “Like you haven’t heard that a million times.” I said, “You’re right.”
Mrs. Dirtracer, the other woman that was selling tickets with me, was there with her “new to her” motorcycle. I asked her to show me. I need to be friends with her because her husband “Dirtracer” is a member of the club. Dirtracer is a terrific guy and although I would never, ever, ever make any attempt on a married man, women can be very insecure when their husbands are friendly with other women.
So, dr_bar and I went with Mrs. Dirtracer to look at her bike. She had a HD Sportser 1200. Mr. Dirtracer rides a RoadStar. After our show and tell and my telling Mrs. Dirtracer that I hoped she would come on some club rides with us, we said our good byes.
“Jake” had pulled up with his car, so I said good night to everyone and headed home. I am discovering that “Jake” can be quite funny sometimes. He does seem a little ditzy though when it comes to roads and streets and freeway exits, etc. Oh, well, I know how to get home.
Earlier in the evening, Dirtracer had asked if we could ride on Sunday if the weather was decent. I said sure. He said he would call in the morning and we’d make a plan….weather contingent of course. And, yes, Mrs. Dirtracer would be coming along.
As I was getting out of the car, “Jake” asked me to give him a call if there was a ride. I promised I would and said good bye.
I am sad to say…Sunday was a dull, blustery, rainy, cold day. Nobody was riding anywhere. It was a good day to catch up on household chores.
My friend Catherine dropped by for tea, and we decided to go out for a bite to eat. So much for chores. I really must stay home once in a while….but, on the other hand, life is short, you only live once, housework will always be waiting, but life may not.
I believe I have a riding date for Saturday. I must go get ready.
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Re: A night out with the club
Well, Miss Blues, my take is that he likes you, and is working hard to correct an unfortunate initial impression.blues2cruise wrote:Saturday March 25, 2006.
I must say, aside from being punctual, he was also a gentleman. He was actually out of the car and opened the door for me.
So, Mr. Stark, what is your take on this?
(Of course, I'm filtering all this through your words, sight unseen, from 3,000 miles away......... )
But what's really important, what's your take on this???
In my experience, "things" happen when the female decides they should. We hapless males are merely along for the ride (no pun intended)...... we generally never knew what hit us! After all, Mrs. Stark frequently explains my thoughts and feelings to me- she tells me that this is necessary 'cause I can't be trusted to figure it out for myself. It must be true, she said so...... right?? 
Jonathan
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Did she tie you up? Should I send lassy?dr_bar wrote:Mprhmprhhmprhhmprhhmprhh...
I was told to keep my mouth shut so there will be no comments from this part of the peanut gallery....
Bang the keyboard with your forehead once for yes, and twice for no.
Of course I'm generalizing from a single example here, but everyone does that. At least I do.
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Sev, you are hilarious sometimes.
April 6, 2006
Tonight something unusual happened. I was riding along Kingsway on my way to camera club. As I passed the Metrotown area, a man on a Kawasaki touring something or other, passed me. He had a glance as he passed by. That's normal.
When we got to Willingdon, he was in the curb lane first at the red light. I was in the center lane a few cars back. I saw him open a saddle bag and reach in to get something.
When the light turned green I moved along with the traffic while he was still messing around in his saddle bag.
A little while later, I could see him in my mirrors catching up and maneuvering into my lane. He changed lanes when I did and made the right turn onto Boundary when I did. When we got to a red light he rode up and stopped right beside me.
We exchanged greetings and then he handed me a pamphlet about bike insurance. Asked me to call him. Then when the light changed, he turned right to go back to wherever he was originally going while I kept heading north along Boundary.
Now, I was not wearing my hideous yellow jacket tonight. I was wearing a black leather jacket. Now, do you think he really followed me all that way just to hand me a pamphlet or do you think he likes women in black leather and the pamphlet was a convenient excuse to make an introduction?
April 2, 2006
I went riding with the club but I haven't had tiime to write about it. It was an interesting day which I will report back with when I find some time. Writing is very time consuming. And with the weather having been so fine, I'd rather take the opportunity to ride.
As for "Jake", he is still saying, "This is my last pack."
Apparently it's his last pack of smokes until he buys the next one. So, to answer J. Stark's question......I hate smoking. I go out of my way to avoid it when possible. So, a person who smokes is out of the game, so to speak. However, we can still ride.
I'm heading to Vancouver Island on Saturday where I have arranged to meet up with a riding club who will show me around and take me for really, really, good coffee.
A ride and great coffee.....life is good.
April 6, 2006
Tonight something unusual happened. I was riding along Kingsway on my way to camera club. As I passed the Metrotown area, a man on a Kawasaki touring something or other, passed me. He had a glance as he passed by. That's normal.
When we got to Willingdon, he was in the curb lane first at the red light. I was in the center lane a few cars back. I saw him open a saddle bag and reach in to get something.
When the light turned green I moved along with the traffic while he was still messing around in his saddle bag.
A little while later, I could see him in my mirrors catching up and maneuvering into my lane. He changed lanes when I did and made the right turn onto Boundary when I did. When we got to a red light he rode up and stopped right beside me.
We exchanged greetings and then he handed me a pamphlet about bike insurance. Asked me to call him. Then when the light changed, he turned right to go back to wherever he was originally going while I kept heading north along Boundary.
Now, I was not wearing my hideous yellow jacket tonight. I was wearing a black leather jacket. Now, do you think he really followed me all that way just to hand me a pamphlet or do you think he likes women in black leather and the pamphlet was a convenient excuse to make an introduction?
April 2, 2006
I went riding with the club but I haven't had tiime to write about it. It was an interesting day which I will report back with when I find some time. Writing is very time consuming. And with the weather having been so fine, I'd rather take the opportunity to ride.
As for "Jake", he is still saying, "This is my last pack."
Apparently it's his last pack of smokes until he buys the next one. So, to answer J. Stark's question......I hate smoking. I go out of my way to avoid it when possible. So, a person who smokes is out of the game, so to speak. However, we can still ride.
I'm heading to Vancouver Island on Saturday where I have arranged to meet up with a riding club who will show me around and take me for really, really, good coffee.
A ride and great coffee.....life is good.