bush for your hog

that's right. its bike week 2007...wait, i think they call it like spring bike rally or something or another. no, its not too terrible. if you can get use to the sound of extremely loud grasshoppers. i was even fine with the "good girls gone bad" tour bus parked outside of the crazy horse a mile from my house...i mean, why should i judge. perhaps they wanted to go bad. i also wasn't too upset about the girl dressed in all black leather outside of the bad kitty, waving for customers. but then, i saw something that floored me. i hit my limit.

there is a plant nursery right up the street from us. i went in once to ask for a cypress tree (which they had never heard of)...regardless, yesterday when i drove by they put a sign out front that read, "put a bush on your hog"....can you fucking believe that? yes, i only pull out the f-word for serious situations as such. i wondered, are there many bikers who put a potted plant on their bike? are they hoping to draw in some of their business?

other than that...its been interesting to watch the internal tension of bike week...i saw a fella wearing a shirt that read, "i rode my bike to trailer week"...see, there are the "real" riders who actually ride their bikes to bike week...then apparently there are the "others" who bring them up in trailers and only ride them when it's just sunny enough out. i think its pretty funny.

my all time favorite item so far has been an accessory that the women wear. its for women that have long hair. they put their hair in a braided ponytail and then they put this leather cylindrical piece with studs and shit in it around the ponytail. its hot. seriously. i'm getting one.

so...yes...tim and i saw a ballgame. i'm still trying to ease into my vacation, but it ends next week. i've watched lots of movies. i've exercised more than normal. and tonight, we are going to atlanta. and what i'm most excited about? seeing my mom...and maybe also, greg, john and patrick...and maybe also conor and mike...but seeing my mom will be the best.