At noon, the LW and kid were headed for Wal-Mart to pick up some lst minute BBQ stuff.
I figure, "Well, it's my birthday, St. Patricks Day, Shoot,..I'm going to The Spring Tavern and see who is out and about, play some Pool, Drink some Beer and come back home for the BBQ.
HELL NO! I get to the edged of the driveway and the damned handle bars seperate into two pieces. Well that ain't gonna work! Go throught a bunch a laniptions getting the bike turned around and put on the jack in the garage.
****! My old stock bars are back at the other house. So I tell the LW to jam over to the other house, get my old bars and bring em back.
DAMN! When I put the new bars on I ran all the damn wires in the bars. So to Hell with it, chopped all the wires and drug their naked asses out of the bars. Spliced back, hell I don't know about 12 wires both sides and left the damed things outside of the damn bars lock tied to em.
The whole episode took me four damned hours! I was wearing two pair of glasses just so I could see the little close up ****.
Now it is time for the damned BBQ and while the bike is ready to go I'm stuck here looking at two damned boxes of 25 birthday candles that I KNOW will only have one damned left over!
So, it is St Patricks Day, my damned Birthday and it is the FIRST day I have not ridden at leastwise SOMEWHERE since I got back from California!
I ain't going to ride tonight because I intend to get up from this writing and begin to POUND some serious BOOZE! With my luck, I will be so toxic by the time as I blow the candles out that the person sitting directly across from me will lose every hair on their head, their eyebrows and any nose and ear hair they may have.
This better not be some stupid Omen. If my hip goes out this year I am gonna be pissed!