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rusted vs reality

rusted memory

rusted metal & chrome

look at those lines

oh to have you for my own

time has not been kind

still I wish you were mine

be my July valentine

july 19

oh do get on with it

I am trying to sleep

tsk, groaning and moaning over metal and chrome

honestly woman, you have me

I am here with you at home

appreciate what is near and dear

metal and chrome, are cold

I am soft and warm

best of all .. I don’t rust

my words you can trust

It is true, I do have conversations with my dog. she inspires some good ideas with her feedback. It can take me a day or two to unravel her wisdom…but if she can get me to understand the jumble that often tumbles from my mind, why not…

PL Precept # 17 Grasp what is most essential

words are only words

sometimes they tell a story .. sometimes they don’t

It is the listener / reader that gives them meaning

Oyashikiri

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Thursday Doors

So rarely these days do I come across what I call decent doors in a powder room I had to give these doors their few minutes of fame. =^_^=

Polished wood and chrome. Clean tiles. All that was missing was the attendant. Anyone else remember those days?

Have a grand start to a sunny week-end, wherever you are, whatever the weather, make memories. Admire a door!! Doors are everywhere.

For more doors, you can visit Norm 2.0

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be still my heart

Chrome… beautiful shining chrome.some women love diamonds, they are nice, however, a well looked after bike, all polished up and warm from the ride.. Aaaahhh bliss.

p1000568 The rider had stopped for a break, I was close enough to the bike I could hear her settling down, the little pings, and noises that she made… what a beautiful sound. I toured her, and enjoyed viewing her. I believe that even inanimate objects know when they are loved and cared for. This lady had to purr when she was on the highway. Her owner took really good care of her. She had every right to be proud.

p1000567 I did meet the owner ,=^_^= , when I was asked how did I know who owned the bike, I needed only to look, they must have cut quite the figure when the two of them took to the roads. Thank you Paul for being so courteous to someone who fell in love with your very special “lady”.

PL Principle # 3 – I will live with a mind of appreciation towards others and things..

Never limit your dreams… appreciate the world around you… One second can be a lifetime. The time spent with that Harley had the excitement and thrill of delightful flirtation that took bloom and flew into the storehouse of my daydreams. It was a WOW factor

WE should all have them.. =^_^=

PL Precept # 21 Live in Perfect Liberty

PL Precept # 2 To live is to Express One’s Self.

Oyashikiri

Riding such a bike on an open stretch of road, (secondary road) through valleys, hillsides.. would be AMAZING… The freedom of the open road, skies over head stretching out into forever, Yum….. no radios. no electronic gadgets, just the purring of the engine, and “man” riding as one. YESSSSS

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PL Thanksgiving Feb.2016

Look at the snow, it was piled so high, that I wanted to capture it, but couldn’t really get the same view I had from inside the truck. I had stopped on the way to church to take a picture of the fire truck that was sitting in the parking lot.

Big red shiny truck… some ladies love their diamonds, today, I went for the chrome, and the size of the truck. At the time, when I first approached taking my pictures, I wasn’t aware of the fact, that sitting in the dark corner there was a fireman. I had seen several disembark and go into the breakfast place off towards the back. I was happily walking around snapping pictures of the chrome, and it wasn’t till I went up for this front shot, that I felt eyes watching me.

I was engrossed in the taking of pictures.. after all how often does a person get up close and personal to a fire truck. By the time I had made my way around to this panel, the “men” who had gone towards the restaurant were back.. They were a tad amused, we had a chuckle, and of course they apologized for not having the truck at its shining best for her photo session.

Look at the grill, isn’t it beautiful. I’ve seen these beauties outside the fire stations in spring, summer and fall when they are being washed and polished. I was some chuffed to see one up close and personal. It was a great way to start the day, what was ordinary for them, was a total “fantastical” moment for me.

LOL a big mound of snow and a shiny red and white fire truck, helped make my day today… How about you.. you having a good day. In Pl, we try to make every moment count. This morning, sharing smiles and some happy .. made for a great kick off to the day.

PL Precept # 7 Everything exists in Relativity

Namaste – Oyashikiri

I’ll end it with an awwwww moment!

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a dream moment

Dreams do come true. Yes they really really do. For years I have read about, and seen at a distance vintage bikes, I’ve hollered stop as we drive down a highway when I see an old abandoned, car, truck or jeep…if its been restored, it gets captured (picture taken) for my personal gallery.

Was I dreaming.. no… look a 1950 Buick super Riviera 56r design by the great Harley Earl head of General Motors industrial design. (info provided by Mark Hill) You know I was out of the truck and heading for it with my cell ready to grab a picture or two.

Look at the wheels, the generous use of chrome… Mark has not re touched it, the paint, everything is as it was when he got it. It was living in Canada for a while, but like a good pedigree dog, when the new owner had to part with it, it came back home to Mark.

While I was busy being totally enthralled by this charmer, a woman drove up who just happened to be Mark’s Mother, while we chatted, she told me that Mark’s main love was old vintage bikes, i.e Indians. Well this little China doll went into instant heart flutters. It was like the adrenalin went into overdrive.

Ladies and Gents, I have to tell you nothing could have made me “thrill” as much as being in a working machine shop, the vacuums the polisher, that smell of oils, grease, and waxes used when working the metal, All my senses were activated I just drank in the surroundings, I arrived at a quiet time, there was that happy silence that fills the garage when the machines aren’t working, dust is settling, and the mechanics are taking a break. I was in my own personal heaven.

Bikes are shipped from all over the world to be worked on by this man, in this shop. All the bikes are lovingly cared for and maintained by their owners.. they want the best for their treasures.. Thus the reason they get sent to Mark.

Dreams do come true, when you least expect them to. I saw this beauty and I wanted more. I followed my heart’s whispered (ok shout out) plea….. and stopped to take a closer look… what I found by listening to the inner voice was “magic” My adventure continued when I took the next step, I knocked and opened an unknown closed-door and found myself in a wonderland.

Ok not everyone shares my passion for vintage vehicles, but you get the message .. it is important to listen to your inner voice, and 2, open doors, step outside the box, you never know who you will meet, or what you will find.

Namaste – Oyashikiri

special thanks to Mark’s Mother and his friends for making my visit a special one. The dog was a beauty too! Unfortunately it just couldn’t compete with the machines and metal.

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the joy of transformation

Good morning everyone… how is your day so far? Good I hope. When I drove into the gym parking lot today I found myself parked beside a gleaning black and chrome Harley. I would have taken a picture but hot not been prepared to run into such a beauty. She was polished to perfection. Obviously the rider had ridden her to the gym, but even with the light dust she acquired during her morning ride she shone. I took the time to tour the bike, walk around her and really check her out. Wow, the love her owner showers on her was obvious. When I got home I tried to find a picture of a dirty bike in my files, even went on Pinterest.

Except for action shots like this one, most of the bikes are in immaculate condition. I bet that as soon as that little treasure got back home, it was cleaned down and not a spec of dirt would remain on it anywhere. The motorcycles that I found in my travels, (research) even the vintage old classis, were in top form. Like the motor I used the other day, they radiate love. Their chrome and bodies are pristine. Ok what am I getting at, ladies, not only men love the motorcycle, the motorcycle is an art piece just as an inanimate object. OK not everyone agrees, but there are a lot who do. Myself included.

Most riders I know develop respect for the bike they are riding. They trust the vehicle to transport them to another space in time. And really, until you’ve ridden on one, felt the power beneath you, you don’t realize just how personal being on a bike is.

The first time I took a corner on a motorcycle other than a touring bike, I was transformed from a passenger or driver of a car, to a motorcycle enthusiast. I was ready to grab a rag and start shining the chrome when we got back from our ride. If I thought I loved riding a bike when I rode as a passenger on a Honda gold Wing, ( my legs were too short and I too “little” to attempt to hold a Gold Wing up on my own, I tried!) I became a tad fanatic about a road and off road bike (Triumph Tiger) In a split second, I had been transformed and it was a transformation. I wanted the leathers and I always wanted to be out riding. Good or bad weather didn’t really matter, I wanted the wind on my face, and the freedom of being in Nature unconfined by a metal or fiberglass box around me.

I don’t ride at all now, but the love of the ride has never left me, nor the joy of transformation, the thrill of a new discovery. The true happiness of finding another dimension of yourself in life, how wonderful a shift of gears can be… To do those curves, you have to lean into them, balance, be in harmony with the bike and the motion of being there. You are in the moment. Living it, there is no other way!

pictures – Pinterest