In Search of Nirvana

So I’m sitting here wondering what to do. The house could certainly use some cleaning. For that matter some major renovation wouldn’t exactly be out of order. I could start a new fish decoy… I have a walleye blank that I cut last winter. The new pipes for the scoot are supposed to arrive tomorrow, but that’s tomorrow. The dog needs a bath, but I’m just not up for the battle. I know! I’ll go on line and see if anyone is blogging about motorcycles.

Yep, there are a few, but it seems that most aren’t any more diligent about keeping up with their blogs than I am. I even ran across a few that ride 1600 Kaw’s. Having read some of their posts, I’ve come to several completely useless conclusions; here’s one.

Food plays a major roll in many rider’s lives. I know we all eat (the staff of life and such), but I’m talking destinations here. “Oh, sure, the harbor was beautiful, but how about that shrimp cocktail!”, or “Yeah, the place was quaint but nothing can compare to the broasted chicken!” Oh, the thrill of finding the perfect dive to titillate the palate and then to share it with your riding companions! Talk about bragging rights. It should be noted that to earn the greatest number of points for your gastronomical discovery, the eatery should be: a) practically impossible to find, b) decorated in some elaborate and often eclectic way, c) owned and operated by people of obscure ethnicity. To find a place located miles from some unheard of town, decorated with trophy game heads in a room reminiscent of a French Quarter brothel and operated by Buddhist monks serving an exquisite Mediterranean fish chowder would be Nirvana.

Here is a blogger who approaches Nirvana. Please understand that the attainment of this lofty goal is elusive. Take a minute to check it out. http://noclasseak.blogspot.com

This nonsense seems to have wasted enough of an otherwise perfectly good Sunday, so I suppose I’ll pick up a piece of wood and see if I can whittle the rest of the day into a fish decoy.