I believe in mercy killings.

I’ve been out doing this:

Leslie and I hit the Tail of the Dragon for the 4th of July weekend; she’s a real trooper, eh?

I’m lovin’ the new bike. Apparantly, the LEO who pulled me over for 82 in a 65 didn’t appreciate the speediness. Or maybe he did, seeing as how I’m now paying his fucking salary. Ahh well.

Anyway, this makes 3 trips to the Dragon for me in the last 14 months, and my second bike on it, and Leslie’s been there once. And Alden, from whom I first heard about the Dragon, has yet to go there at all. Can anyone help me cajole the motherfarker into going????? Boy’s gonna get himself a new house and a kid–might as well sell that damn Beemer, or at least drain the fluids and park it in the house as a ‘conversation piece’!