As I sit here watching most of our stuff get loaded into the moving truck I’m trying to keep busy and stay out of the way. May as well tell the rest of the Key West saga.
Pearl is with the mechanic today and the insurance adjuster is coming back for a second look and a chat with Ken. Seems it will cost a tiny bit more to fix the gas tank blemish. I’m considering a small custom paint job to paint an artsy bandage over the spot. It may not do much for resale value, but then I plan to have Pearl with me forever so that doesn’t matter. It sure would be a conversation starter and add to her character. It’s kind of like the scars and gray hair that mark our passage through this life. Each comes with a story and bragging rights.
Turns out that Iron Pony had a battery cable barely clinging to life. The connector was hanging on to the cable by just a couple of brittle wires. See the few strands that still have copper color? Those were the only connections to the battery.
At least that explains the mystery of why G got some power when he sat down hard on the bike. It was just enough pressure to make contact for a second. First round of trouble shooting is to examine all the cables and wiring, but we would never have thought to look there. The mechanic finally found it when he started taking things apart. Oh well, as I’ve said many times – all things for a reason. While Iron Pony was in the shop, he got some new shocks and is all ready for some late fall riding in his new NC home. Too bad Pearl and I will still be in FL for a while… Tenuous economy, layoffs, and life changes – all things for a reason. I’m learning to let life play out as it will – have no control over it anyway. Just be sure to get plenty of road therapy with Pearl as we navigate through it.
In spite of that pain-in-the-ass of that weekend, we did spend a little time walking through old Key West and got a few pictures. For some reason I’m always drawn to the bicycles of Key West.
How ’bout that Mercedes hood ornament?
Just hangin’ out.
Where was this beauty when I was a girl?
Fun paint job!
Love the architecture and old buildings. This old house just needs some TLC.
Great gingerbread and a second look when we saw the manikin dressed up as a woman with her spyglass out on the widow’s walk. I always see things in KW that remind me that a sense of humor is priceless and art and creativity have no bounds.
Just an old fence or the keeper of this property’s secrets?
And finally, on the way out of town we stopped to pay our respects to a lost landmark. I got my first Mama Joes T-shirt before I got my first motorcycle. Never know these days if choices like this are voluntary. I wish them the best.
One thing I know for certain. Life keeps changing and always will. Mostly it brings new people and adventures and fun. Growth and learning. Love and laughter. So many great roads to travel. And what better way to live life than in the saddle of our motorcycles?
