Our Luck
Not much is happening this weekend. TH and I decided to take my motorcycle back to the shop yesterday, because when we got it back we noticed that both the headlight and the tail light were not working. They were both working when we dropped it off, and since they're both suddenly broken, TH thinks the mechanic disturbed some of the wiring.
TH rode the bike to the shop, which is about 4 miles from here, and I followed in the car. As soon as he pulled into the driveway of the shop, the motorcycle sputtered and died. The shop was also closed. After we put some gas in it, TH tried to ride it home. The clutch handle fell apart about a mile from our house, in the middle of a busy intersection. We had to leave it on the side of the road and go get the truck and trailer. Fortunately, there is an empty field next to the intersection and they've been preparing it for some kind of development, so there was a place to park the truck and we were able to load the bike onto the trailer without getting run over. Still a pain in the ass though, and now my bike is truly broken again. The painful part of it is that the same exact bike can be had for pretty cheap-- and in much better condition.
We watched Cocaine Cowboys last night. It was interesting, but long. Tonight I guess we'll watch Breach if we don't go to a fireworks show.
Speaking of fireworks, The Husband brought me flowers for no reason today.
The plumbers are supposed to be here either tomorrow morning or Tuesday. Who wants to bet they don't show up? They'd only be the eleventy thousandth ones to do that, you know, and I'm realllllly tired of the laundromat.
TH rode the bike to the shop, which is about 4 miles from here, and I followed in the car. As soon as he pulled into the driveway of the shop, the motorcycle sputtered and died. The shop was also closed. After we put some gas in it, TH tried to ride it home. The clutch handle fell apart about a mile from our house, in the middle of a busy intersection. We had to leave it on the side of the road and go get the truck and trailer. Fortunately, there is an empty field next to the intersection and they've been preparing it for some kind of development, so there was a place to park the truck and we were able to load the bike onto the trailer without getting run over. Still a pain in the ass though, and now my bike is truly broken again. The painful part of it is that the same exact bike can be had for pretty cheap-- and in much better condition.
We watched Cocaine Cowboys last night. It was interesting, but long. Tonight I guess we'll watch Breach if we don't go to a fireworks show.
Speaking of fireworks, The Husband brought me flowers for no reason today.
The plumbers are supposed to be here either tomorrow morning or Tuesday. Who wants to bet they don't show up? They'd only be the eleventy thousandth ones to do that, you know, and I'm realllllly tired of the laundromat.
