Bikes and family....

Ok, to most of you that aren't either a rider or a gear head...this may just look like a really pretty peice of loud metal to you. To me? It's my dream bike. It's my dad's '49 panshovel. It rips like there ain't no tommorrow. My mom has a '77 shovel but she didn't have any pics of it up for me to filch off of her blog...he he...so this will most certinly do.

My dream is to one day have my own and if the day should come that my dad says that he can't ride anymore...I don't ever see that happening, but you never know....I hope that he bestoys it on me. I can remember many times that I would help him through the years take it apart and put it back together again. Them gas tanks, even with little to no gas in them, are rather heavy. Good thing when I was abou13-14 I was able to bench press about 120 free weight. Key word there: WAS...I'm lucky if I can do half of that now....crap.

Again, this is my big little brother James. This is his bike...my mom gets afraid every time he gets on it...even though the three of us have been riding for quite a while. I myself have not rode in about 3 years. But trust you me boy...I will be on a bike again... My dad said that I should have had my first Harley by the time I was 21, James got his when he was 21, and my dad got his first when he was 21....I'm 28 and still trying.LOL. I'll happen...

Now, growing up in a Harley house hold, you would not expect to see a Honda any where near the place right? WRONG....trust me when I say that I just about had a stroke when my dad said that he had a 50th limited addition Honda Goldwing. All my life I always heard him talk smack about Honda's...well, 'cept for the dirt bikes.....and here he was betraying me with this bike.

Then I got on back and rode bitch with him for the first time. I was actually rather suprised at the agility and smoothness this bike had. For being a touring bike, it was actually rather snazzy. I can't go into all the extra's that it has on it...but I will say this much...Honda new that maybe more then one 250 pounder would be on it at one time...cause they installed a hydrolic lift on the rear tire to equal out the pressure. Smart more...made for a great ride I'll tell ya that....

Ok, now it's time for me to go and do the dishes right quick, I shall post again tomorrow maybe.

Remember, be true to you and ones you love and you will never go wrong. :-)

Reese

Random stuff...

OK, so if you happen to also read my mom's blog...then you have already seen this picture. If not, then well, I think it's kind of self explanatory...From the back left, that's the turd monkey James, next to him....is my dad-Jimmy, and lastly, there is my mother-Denise. Nice little family unit we got goin there huh? If you are wondering where Brandie and I were at when this was taken...well, I can't honestly say where I was. Though I think I was in L.A. and if I wasn't there when this was taken, then I must have been up here in Portland. Either way, I wish that we could have been there.

And this beautiful fluffy little creature is my cat Arridia. She is so tiny but so damn fluffy. I brought her back with me from MI and is currently living with all her new step brothers and sisters at my parents house. I miss her a lot, but if I was to take her out of the house that she's lived in the last wow, damn near 6 years now, she wouldn't really know how to deal.

But when I go home though, she remembers me and does come up to me and cuddle. I miss my little kitty, one of many that I have brought home.LOL...trust me, my mom loved it when I was growin up...LOVE YA MA!

And this is Bo Baby...he "followed me home" while I was doing my paper route when I was younger. That's what I said to rationalize bringing him home that rainy morning. His owners actually lived about 5 houses down from my mom and dad and Bo and his mama was on the front porch, some how left out in the rain. I didn't have room for the both of them. But Bo did however, really walk up to me and got real friendly.He's been apart of the family ever since. I had to have been about 13? I'm 28 now, you do the math. He's an old man, but I love him just the same. And ya know what?

Every time I come home for a visit, he doesn't want to stay up stairs with my mom and dad and sleep there...no. He HAS to be right next to me and protect me. I choose to believe that he still remembers me and loves me just as much as I love him. I taught him how to jump up for snacks and how to sit, lay down, and his ever famous....half a roll over....he never really got that one perfected.LOL.

And this would be Bo's brother, Preston. Unfortunately, Preston passed away before last Christmas. My parents adopted him from a rescue shelter, and when they got him he was in REALLY bad shape. As you can see here, he was rater happy. He wasn't always that way. His previous owners didn't take very good care of him at all. He was rail thin, had parvo I think, his vision deteriorated due to mal-nutrition...basically they just stopped feeding him. They also, I am guessing, used to kick him as well. Because when my parents first got him, he would snip at your feet if he felt there was danger to him. My mom put him in PetSmart's animal classes, and he ended up graduating at the top of his doggy class.

Before he passed he got over a majority of the abuse he endured in life, but once in a blue moon something would trigger the emotions and he would bite on his own back leg again. But through it all, he knew he was loved and be became my dad's dog real fast. He is now resting soundly and is well missed by everyone in the family, even the cats. Yes, the cat's and the dogs got along. (The poor poochies are out numbered!)

And this little feline is Mya. She is our room mates cat and is really a big baby..LOL. Sweetpea is 18 lbs too, but I don't have any pics of her yet. But this is how Mya is most of the time, right next to me and cuddled up. She sleeps in the bed with Brandie and I sometimes or she sleeps on a little blanket that I left out for her on the floor. She's a fully tabby and a sweet heart! But enough for now huh?