So as I was eating a really delicious bowl of beef stew (to avoid “bragging,” per se, I’ll say that I have about perfected making beef stew to my taste) and a piece of french bread, a thought came to me. I could live off of this.
Then another thought came to me.
I think I will.
Last Saturday:
12 hours traveling (4 car, 8 bus), enough dramamine to kill a freakishly large lab rat, possibly the single most delicious lamb meat I have ever had in my life for breakfast at the highest place in central america with blue sky above and clouds on the horizon, one sponsored child successfully examined for hearing aids that will let her be a kid again and at the of the day one extremely sore butt.
Edit: I tweaked the exposure of the second picture in lightroom a little bit. Otherwise they’re both unedited.
Holy crap.
I can’t remember the last time I said or wrote that, and I am so serious about it I’ll say it again. Holy crap..so much fun :D
Pertinent facts:
’82 Suzuki 750
3 highways
one awesome motorcycle shop along the side of one of the 3 highways
a (much needed) pair of earplugs, a (also much needed) twinkie and bike talk with the two resident motorheads at the above mentioned shop
one quart of oil (which I didn’t know I very badly needed until I was pulling out of the above mentioned shop and the oil light flickered twice; I almost ignored it, too. That would’ve been really, really really dumb)
hundreds of miles
sun-warmed post-rainstorm air that smelled fresh and honey-sweet during a stretch of highway through fields and woods
a cup of coffee and a strawberry bear claw on the way home, from a great small town bakery with an awesome “won’t close till the pastries are pretty much gone” policy
“Just along down the way, there is a place where no plow blade has turned the ground”
-40 Acres, by Caedmon’s Call
On that note, only very tangentially related, here’s a cool picture:
But..what if I want a Guac-Burger?
…?