I find myself a little bit snippy and abrubt today.  Milling people in the parking lot that wouldn’t have bothered me two days ago are like unpredictable cones I have to slalom to go gas my bike up.  As I repack or tie wrap I get a comment from a person that I shouldn’t be working on my bike before an event I wanna flick them in the ear.

 ….gotta go easy for the next 20 hours….gotta pay attention at a meeting and get some sleep.

To lighten things up a bit Austin asked to borrow my Screaming Meanie (actually a Beacon for those in-the-know), but same effect.  It’s an alarm clock that will wake the dead and get you kicked out of a hotel.  Using the same standards as motorcycle exhausts he measured the decibel output and found 111 decibels.  The exhaust standard is 105 or less…..so these things are honking loud!

Then Dick Fish wandered by and Warchild got to tell him his exhausts are louder than Meanies….to which he grumbled something imcomprehensible…… but we’re not sure he could hear us anyway with his hearing affected by the loud exhausts.

As I said…things are getting a little tense.

However, on the light-hearted side of things we have a new winner for the most farkled rig.  Rob Nye trailers in his bike and I swear there’s a wind anemometer on the back of the thing like something you’d find on the Weather Channel.  I wonder why anybody short of an airline pilot would know knots indicated airspeed, but find out it’s a few other things.  This thing is just insanely gadgeted out!

More odds and ends.  I got a little Monkey Butt coming down due to the moist heat and hoping to air out the nether region a bit.  The beads from Autozone are a bit big so I had to do a little surgery.  One thing I learned is that the brown beads roll across the floor and you’re guaranteed to find them at 2 a.m. in your bare feet when you go to pee.

And I’ve been remiss in….like photos of the bikes…so your gratuitous shots of the bike scene:

Riders’ meeting in 60 minutes….so I better get back to work stressing.