Monday, February 28, 2011

The Hartford Motorcycle Expo, Sunday Feb.27

Woke up at around 2am to the sound of a town truck plowing the street, "Errg", sometimes you just know your morning is going to suck. Alarm went off at 6am, tripped my way down the stairs, staggered across the kitchen floor and looked out the window. There was "white" out the window, my car had roughly 3 to 4 inches on top of the car, "Errrrrrg", closed the curtain and headed in to do my usual morning routine, done with the morning deeds I knew I had to get out the snow blower and go attack the new snow, after all there is no sense putting it off, no one else was around to do it, so I grabbed a cup of coffee and a smoke and sat down in front of the TV. When I finally went outside I found that I did indeed have snow to shovel, but only about 4 inches of it, and only an area about 15' x 20', the rest of the driveway was clear...go figure.
  I hopped in the car and headed off to Flanders...for coffee...then the ride down 95 to rte 9 and North to the great City of Hartford, Insurance Capitol of the world. Pulled into the Expo, parked and walked inside to see what was doin...pretty much the same as yesterday with some new faces, Les and Adrianne were there, again, but they had Mister Sullivan, Malzone and Llorett with them. The crowds to get in were about he same as the day before so I took another camera packing walk around. Watched the Midget fight for about 3 minutes then continued my stroll. After arriving back at the tent I found Chris had arrived...almost. Went outside to get him in, (a little Jim/Jason action here only it was Tom/$15.00/ Chris). I can say he has looked better. We walked around a bit then went to the bar, he had a beer ( neanderthal). I ordered a "Scotch and Coke, or a Whiskey and Coke", I told her "I don't care which as long as the booze is beige". She put the soda in the cup, grabbed a bottle of Jack and started pouring, Then she stopped and said "It's really not beige is it?" I said, "That's o-k it's really not Coke". (Pepsi was never suppose to be used with booze).
       After wasting a little more time I decided to take a ride to Cabelas to give away some of my money, then back to the Expo to dine on the fine Cuisine, a Red-Hot and a wrapped Cheeseburger, hmmm. life is good.

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Here's a little sumptin fer Jim Lad...






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