I had been watching the weather because it was supposed to be in the mid 60’s today and a nice sunny day for riding the motorcycle.  I thought it would probably be the last day of the year for riding. So, I figured I would ask a couple of people about riding today.  I talked to Sharyn last night when she called about something else and she mentioned it, so I told her that I was planning to go today.  The others were either not available or didn’t answer (including a woman from a “biker” friends site I joined) so it was just Sharyn and me.

Before the ride, I needed to get some business work done this morning: run some errands, make some phone calls, etcetera. As I was on my way back home this morning, I stopped at the local 7-11 to play the lottery.  When I left there, I pulled up to a stop sign and noticed a woman walking along the road. Something was odd about her, but I couldn’t tell what it was at first.  After a couple of seconds I noticed she was walking sort of oddly and had a baseball cap in her right hand which she was flipping from side to side. She appeared to be about 60 or a little under — 5’8″ or so, grey hair, medium build –and was carrying something in the left arm.  As I waited for traffic to clear, she was getting closer to me and all of a sudden stepped out into the road about 2 or 3 feet as a car was going through the turn.  The car went into the center lane to clear her. As more cars passed, she kept stepping into the lane and walking on the edge of the road.  When the road cleared, I started to pull out and was watching her so that I didn’t hit her if she stepped out again.  As I approached her, she lifted her sweater with her right hand and started rubbing her breast in a sexually provocative manner and I thought she was about to take her breast out of her bra as I passed her.  I called the local police and reported her behavior, but I don’t know if anything was done about it.

When I arrived home, I got ready, left, and met up with Sharyn not far from her place so that we could go riding. She moved her day around because of some troubles in her business and we had a nice ride. We went back to a nice little ice cream parlor/restaurant that we went to before.  The same waitresses were there.  A different one waited on us this time, but the one from last time was there. I think she is pretty and wouldn’t mind getting to know her, but I don’t know her age or anything about her.

Today was the first day riding with a full-face helmet.  One thing I noticed is that they are **noisy**.  I thought the noise was bad from the wind, but with the full-face helmet, it’s even worse. It’s a good thing I always have ear-plugs with me.  I wear them with my half-helmet, but they are even more necessary with the full-face.  I would have expected just the opposite.  There are things I like about the full-face, and things I don’t. I like the full face a little better for the cooler weather.  It keeps your head warmer without the need to wear head covering.  It makes it a little harder for my glasses, but I like that I don’t need to have my clear fitover glasses at night.  The fit of the full-face is a little harder to get sitting right.  If it doesn’t sit just right, it causes a headache.  And, it’s heavier and made my neck feel strained. Oh well…. “6 of one, half-dozen of another,” as they say.

It was a nice ride, though.

Thanks to my MySpace friend Shawn, I was introduced to this music and I like it.

http://www.myspace.com/sidestreny 

Women Know Your Place

http://glumbert.com/media/women

It’s funny at least.

Even when I try to be friendly with people that I know, I am left feeling out of place and that there is no place for me. I have been told that I’m not friendly acting.  When I try to be more accessible and caring to those who are “friends”…. I am left feeling like they couldn’t care if I exist. Until they want something, that is.

“No, Mommy’s Scared”, I heard from behind me. I was standing on Cooper’s Rock yesterday — taking in the view  and taking photos. I turned to see a young woman with her young son.  She was standing with a sort of death grip with one hand on the post at the entrance to the rock. Her body was bent over in a posture which indicated a good possibility that her upper half wanted to move forward, but the bottom half just wasn’t moving from that spot.   Her other hand was holding the boy’s hand.  I had seen her earlier with another, young child in a stroller.  She was with two other women, which I presumed to be her mother and sister.  She was having trouble getting the stroller along the rocks, so I offered my assistance.  She thanked me and said she could manage.  At that point, I walked onto the walkway leading to the rock overlook. When I heard, “Mommy’s scared,” and saw her there, I said, “I’ll walk him down to look over if you like.”  She asked him if he wanted to do that.He mumbled something and she accepted my offer.  She said, “Hold onto the man’s hand.”  So, I took him by the hand and we walked down to the railing for him to see over.  I pointed out the trees and how high up we were.  He seemed really shy, but I was a stranger and was in full “biker” garb.  I walked back up with him, gave him back to mommy and proceeded with my enjoyment of the rock.

I planned for a few days to take advantage of the projected 68 degree, partly sunny day to make a run the nearly 100 miles to Cooper’s Rock State Park and take photos off the actual rock. I’ve tried for a few years now to get there during the Autumn colors, but it never works out. Our sun (partly sunny) was apparently delivered somewhere else. It still was a good day, though. The riders today were my brother-in-law and the new female rider I’ve mentioned lately. The others couldn’t make it with their work schedules.

We left late because of delays in Sharyn’s morning. Once she was all ready, she phoned and we timed our leaving so we could meet her part way. It was 11:30 as we pulled out. The temp was about 58 and it was cloudy. The air was a bit cool and bearable, but switching to my new HD gloves and HD balaclava made it just right. On the way there, travelling along I-79 South there were spots of absolutely beautiful trees. Even with the less than optimal sun, the colors were wonderful.

We made it there.

We looked around a little, took some pics (Sharyn took some with one of my cameras and I took some with my other camera) and headed back.

When I arrived back, my new close-out priced, full face helmet had arrived. I got another layer of clothes… put on the helmet… and headed to Sharyn’s to get my hair cut. Finally arrived back home about 8:30 having added about another 250 miles on the Vol.

More pics are at these two links.

http://picasaweb.google.com/WVGoldenwolf/SharynSCooperSRockPics

http://picasaweb.google.com/WVGoldenwolf/CooperSRockPics

West Virginians against the new state slogan on the signs entering into WV….. there is a petition to be sent to the Governor.

SEE IT HERE.

http://www.petitiononline.com/open4biz/petition.html

I’ve been riding motorcycles with a woman that I’ve known quite awhile.  We are only friends, although she knows I wanted to date her and was attracted to her. I’m still attracted to her.  On our ride yesterday, we got on the subject of dating and the men she has been “sort of dating” and her relationships.  She met a new man online and sent him a message before we left to say she was going on a ride.  He asked, “With who?” 

Her: “I told him you’re my cousin.”

Me: (making the “shame-shame” motion with my fingers.)

Her: “You know yourself that a man wouldn’t understand a man and a woman going riding together and they are just friends with nothing else going on.”So, if you ever meet him, you’re my cousin.”

Me: “Don’t expect me to keep track of your lies.”

Her: “I’d fess up.  I’d have to fess up the first time the two of you met.  ‘Remember my cousin I told you about?  This is him and he’s not my cousin,’ when I introduced you.”

Me: “If he were smart, he’d stop and back off.  If I were him, I’d have to stop and say, ‘Whoa! This one will lie to me.'”

She seemed taken aback by that statement for a moment.  But, that didn’t stop her justification from continuing.

Her: “No, it takes a special kind of woman to come out and make the truth known right away. To say to someone, ‘I lied,’ and take responsibility for it.”

So, she can justify the lie to fit the circumstances and then twist it to make it ok because of…. “X” — whatever “X” is at the moment.  Because of “X”, she’s not really being dishonest or lying.  There really is no lie because all she’s doing is delaying the truth instead. In her mind, there is still honesty there.

It’s a perfect example of something that I’ve noticed in women in particular.  (And in people in general.)

Women don’t want truth and honesty.  They want truth and honesty when if fits them.  They believe in honesty when they’re forced to or it suits the situation.  If a man does the same thing, he is all kinds of wrong and is disparaged.

I believe in honesty and truth.  Complete honesty and truth.