Mike’s Typo

You entertained us.  You taught us what it meant to give generously, and to live life to the fullest.  You were a giant among screen legends, although you always acted with humility.  Goodbye, Paul Newman.  Dead.  From Cancer.  At the age of 83.

Video montage courtesy of: PulchraPuella17

More one-up-man-ship going on here.  Becci, George, and Alan are none-to-pleased about the “leather” focus this weekend.  So.  Apparently, they’re rummaging around in back as we speak.  They’re goin’ 40% off all our after-market inventory.  40% off.  Are they crazy?  Sure, but that’s why we hired ‘em.  This weekend only.

My calendar has opened up.  Presumably, yours too.  We’re now free on 10/21.  Perhaps we should saddle up for a ride.  Scratchin’ your head to remember what you had on the dance card for the 21st?  That Geneva Hadron Collider show.  Wrote about it last week.  Here is the update.  Seems they’re gonna have to shut the collider down for at least two month.  Somethin’ broke.  The shutdown casts doubt on whether they can achieve a high-energy collision of protons before the end of the year.  Money quote: “It’s too early to say whether we’ll still be having collisions this year.”  They’re still going to do a 10/21 party, but no “boom.”  I ain’t goin’.  Stay tuned.  We’ll keep you posted.

It’s going to be a beautiful weekend in Santa Cruz.  But, we’re thinkin’ ahead.  Or, maybe when you hear these offers, you’ll conclude we’re not thinkin’.  Whatever.

Our young ladies in MotorClothes are givin’ the store away again.  This time they’re fixated on leather.  This weekend only kinda thing.  $150 off selected leather.  Obviously, we can’t do $150 off a $175 leather jacket.  Well, we could, but we can’t.  You know what I mean, right?  Regardless.  Becky and the girls are diggin’ deep - $150 off a bunch of great leather jackets they’ve pulling together for this weekend’s sale.  Come in and check it out.

Stop the presses!  Not to be outdone.  Chance is back and he’s caffeinated.  Buy any new Harley from Chance, Sean, or Nick this weekend and they will throw in a leather jacket.  That’s a brand new Genuine H-D leather jacket for zero down, zero per month - just plain zero.  My guess is that they’re plannin’ to take advantage of Becky’s offer.  I sure as heck ain’t paying for free leather jackets all around.

Oh, one more thing.  If you swing buy (pun intended) on Sunday, we’ll have some cold ones chillin’ in the cooler.  And, the games ‘ll be on.

That’s me.  Here I go again soliciting your input.  Probably bring down the server in the store, but we need feedback from the Typos (our loyal readers).  Way back, I wrote about a great list of road songs.  I think we called ‘em the “100 best songs to hit the road with.”  One of our loyal readers wrote the other day asking for a link to that post.  Here it is.  What am I, your personal research assistant?  Ok.  Whatever it takes.  Anyhew.  This got me thinking.  What’s your top list of road songs?  Send me you list of top 10 of all time.  I’ll put them together and put out a composite list of 25 or 30.  Does the math work here?  We’ll let the ed. assistant figure that one out.  She was a math major - go figure.  Yes, she wears glasses.  But, they’re very trending with a kinda green tint - look good on her.  Enough of this.  Check out our Top 100 and then send us your own picks.

One of the Typos - the affectionate name we use to identify our loyal, and valued readers - emailed me to advise me of an important recall.  Purportedly, my publishing this information would be a public service.  That got my attention.  Public service….  There must be a tax write-off in that, right?  I got all lathered up for no reason.

With all these recalls on anything “Made In China” this is almost believable.  Almost is the operative word here, folks.  Nothin’ like a little fear, uncertainty, and doubt to make an otherwise logical person slip into a trap like this.  Very funny.  Listen through to the end.  I’m betting that relationship didn’t last.

Indian Summer.  Kids are back in school.  The weather is wonderful - crisp mornings, warm afternoons, cool evenings.  Wonderful time for a road trip.  It’s like the NY Times folks were reading my mind.  Maybe they were?  Hold on….  There we go; had to draw the blinds.

It took an article in the NY Times Escape section yesterday to remind me of a wonderful road trip.  The redwoods of Humboldt county.  A couple of years ago I did a 200 mile bike race up there.  You can cover a lot of territory in 200 miles, and we did.  Beautiful country.  Although, I’d reflected at the time, how nice it would have been to have seen it all at a more leisurely pace.

There are beautiful, rugged beaches and of course amazing groves of giant, ancient redwoods.  And, few people to interrupt your experience.  Why not make it a road trip?  If not this weekend, then next.  200 or so miles north and you are in a different world.  One you might not want to come back from.

Here is the article.  We had a wonderful time in Ferndale - where our race started and end.  Good food and a nice victorian bed & breakfast.   You might think about making that your overnight spot.

I’m still trying to figure out that expression.  It’s almost Shakespearean.  Seemingly familiar, but just a bit out of reach of definition.  Anyhew.  Even though I don’t fully know what the expression means, I think it must apply to one Mr. Michael Axel.  This guy is (was, I guess, now) a stock broker in NYC.  Seems as the story goes, he bilked some clients for some pretty terrific green.  But, he’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.  Has the money he’s stolen transferred into his personal bank accounts, etc.  Hello.  Anyone home?

But, here’s the best part.  He got a note from a solicitor of a the long, lost relative in Nigeria.  I guess we’re somehow related, ’cause I keep getting the same note.  Email says, relative died, left a bundle of (I mean bundle of) cash.  But, you gotta send money to free up the money.  Sounded fishy to me.  So, I passed on the umteen-mil awaiting me.  Who needs it right?  Seems, Mr. Axel, had a faint recollection of this relative…. Oh, you know how the story ends.  Can this be true?  It’s a funny read.

I love America.  We think of the bitchin’-est things.  And, then we go off and make them.  If you’ve ever had your cell phone stolen, you can fantasize about how cool it would be to have Maverick Secure Mobile.  I love this.  Then after you’ve fuc*’d with the perp for a while, I want to push a button and have the phone explode with green dye.  See.  I’m already way over the line. I understand that might be version 2.

Ready for this?  Sign me up.

Ok.  Seldom do I read an article in a popular publication that I can’t understand.  But, here is one.  I must have been asleep.  Can someone explain what is going on here?  And, how do I get a ticket to the show in October 21?

Editor’s Note: Mike’s a bit slow on the uptake.  This is major news that wasn’t on the front page of the NY Times.  Great bar pickup material!  Lay this story on ‘em - you’re sure to get what you want.  Or, they’ll look at you funny and slide on down the bar….  Let us know.