Sorry for the dearth of posts the past few days.
But I have a very good reason:
I've been out riding my new Harley.
Okay, so it's not a motorcycle. Technically I didn't say "Harley Davidson." But it's the closest thing I've been allowed to have, if you get my drift. So I've named it Harley, just so I can say I own one.
Truth be told, my Harley has a much more smooth and quite ride than theirs. And it gets better gas mileage. Insurance is lower, too. And I'm not as likely to be creamed by a deaf-dumb-and-blind cottontop who's peeking above the steering wheel of his land barge as it careems its way to the 3 p.m. buffet at the Moose lodge.
Took the kayak out yesterday for a little tour of some canals in the South Shore area of Hillsborough County, off Shell Point Road. Click here to see my first mate. The Gilligan to my bellicose Skipper, as it were.
And true to my nature, we had an incident on the water when we ran around on a submerged tree. I finally had to get out of the kayak, scrape the crap out of myself standing on the barnacle-laden limbs and swim us off the damn thing.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Harley would have been lost.
Okay, that's a bit of an overstatement.
We eventually had to console ourselves with food and beverage. That included taunting a heroic-sized school of minnows with granola bar crumbs. Click here to see the "Courtship of Eddie's Father" photo of that minnow-taunting moment.