I was reminded today that where motorcycles are concerned sometimes older is better. I’ve owned and ridden maybe twenty-five different bikes, hacks, and scooters in forty-five years riding. I’ve enjoyed ‘em all, but my favorite solo ride is “Coda,” my 16-year-old BMW K75.
…..more about this at The Data Port/Motorcycles
I’ve been reading over the comment strings to the political posts here on The Data Port. My, but we’re all having fun! How much good we do our favorite candidates when our incisive and devastating defenses are, say, 17th in a list of 20 or more I’m not sure.
There’s funny stuff, though. I was particularly tickled by the guy who attacked his opponent by accusing him of sentence fragments. Or some such thing.
In order to post a comment readers have to register. They can use a nom de blog, and some one or more have tumbled to the fact that they can register as “anonymouse” hence reducing the chance that they will ever get credit for their wisdom. I think that’s pretty cute so I haven’t waspishly deleted their posts.
I do not understand why more of you don’t start your own blogs, which isn’t any more difficult than registering to comment. Regular, thoughtful commentary about what must be done and who must be elected to do it might really do your favorite candidate some good. Oh,… regular…thoughtful…could that be it?
Out Of The Frying Pan Dept. Even before “The Dead” closed I jumped into a completely different fire, a show for Borderlands Theater. I’m struggling to learn my handful of lines in time for dress rehearsal, which is why the keyboard here at The Data Point has cooled off .