Poor photography.

 

I'm really piss poor at remembering to take pictures of our adventures. These few shots show that even an expensive phone doesn't take very good pictures....these were the few times in the past week I happened to think to take a picture. I think it's time to get one of the newer "slim" camera's with the nice big preview screen...one that actually fits in my pocket so I'll have it for these occasions. The canon we've been using was bought 3 years ago as a Christmas present to ourselves. It still takes pretty good pictures, but you damn sure know you've got a camera with you.

Soooo....you'll just have to take my word for it that the past week was a very full one for me and Deb. I started on Monday with a trip to a pretty sorry excuse for a casino in Mississippi. The meeting was ok though, with me getting an award for being around longer that just about any one, and winning a surround sound system as well as a cordless drill...neither of which I needed. I think one of the kids will end up with the surround sound.....more than likely the kid who's motorcycle I possess. I'm thinking the drill will go to one of my newer guys that is trying his best to make his numbers, but doesn't have a lot of disposable income yet. Yeah, time to give for a change.

Both Deb and I knocked off early on Saturday and headed to Macon to hang with some friends. After breakfast on Sunday we headed north to Atlanta for a very large motorcycle show at the World Congress center in downtown, right next to the Georgia Dome. I did find out that the underground parking is NOT suitable for dually trucks, but we made it in and out with literally inches to spare and the only casualty was the cell antenna on the roof, and a few days off Debs life from being nervous. It was worth the drive, and we will be going next year for sure. We went with some Harley riding friends of ours, but luckily all brands were represented so everyone came away happy. Both of us tried out the new Gold Wing for a bit, and I got to drool on a few unobtainable bikes like the entire Ducati line as well as the new model Triumphs.

After the show we headed back south a ways to drop in on a friend who lives in Locust Grove, a suburb of Atlanta. We only stayed about an hour because our faithful babysitter, Debs mom, had certainly done her part and didn't really need to be up late waiting on us. We got home around 10 pm, and I was back out the door this morning at 6:30 to head to Montgomery to train a big crop of new guys.

We may be working hard, but we are taking time to do fun stuff in between. Dad always reminds me that I'm not taking any of this shit with me to the grave, so we are doing what we can to have a good time every once in a while. Yeah, I'm listening Dad.