Posers, Posers Everwhere... but Not a Man To Think

Last week I was driving a big ol' U-Haul truck down I-90 from Chicago to Minneapolis, and I noticed tons and tons of bikers out on the road. Then I realized that it was time for the annual Harley-Davidson rally in Sturgis, SD. If you want to see posers, there is nothing like the Sturgis rally.

I can't tell you how many people I saw towing their Harley's behind a big, expensive SUV (even saw a few Escalades and Navigators, the poster car for rich wannabees). I have also heard stories of doctors and dentists entering their mid-life crises, buying a Harley, and growing their beard for two weeks before the Sturgis rally so they can fit in better. I guess everybody has to find a way to get there kicks, but this one just seems sad to me.

I find it humorous that Harley bikers pride themselves on being part of the counter-culture, but they are really part of this huge commercial scam perpetrated by the Harley-Davidson corporation. Does anyone else find most of these bikers just a little bit sad, yet still comical?

Charley And The Hurricane Factory

My in-laws, my wife and I just got back from our vacation on Fort Myers Beach in Florida. In case any of you are paying attention to the news right now... Charley the Hurricane (which I think sounds much more friendly that Hurricane Charley) is currently pounding Fort Myers, FL. In fact, just two days ago we were closing up the rental house we got on Ft. Myers Beach and driving the owners car to the mainland before driving to Miami to fly back home to Minnesota. We were mad because our trip was supposed to go through Monday, and we had to leave early because of this stupid old hurricane.

Well, now Charley is a class 4 hurricane (class 5 is the worst), with 145 mile-per-hour winds, and most likely the island we were on is now completely flooded. I know I should be more concerned for the people on the island and the rest of Ft. Myers, and I really do hope there is no loss of life or injuries there, but I'm glad that the damn hurricane did hit our little vacation spot with full force so that our evacuation was not in vain. I know that makes me a bad person, at least a little bit, but whatever, that bastard Charley ruined my vacation.

Still Moving On

In case you have been wondering about my absence (and really, why would you be), I have been in the process of closing on my wife's and my new townhouse, painting it, moving all our stuff from Chicago to Minnesota, and unpacking (still in process). I don't even have my TV or internet hooked up yet (I'm doing this from my parent slow-ass dial-up connection).

After this week, I'm going on a pre-law school vacation to get all the stress worked out before piling it back on again, so you may not hear from me for awhile. Maybe I'll have internet by the end of the month. Until then.