Motorcycles have become a large part of our lives over the past few years and now we have decided to make a few changes. Since every inexperienced driver in the world has decided that "texting" is the most important thing and no call can wait, riding a motorcycle has become a real challenge. Just last week, I had a young gal bring her entire "mom's" SUV into my lane. She made no effort to move until I nearly beat my truck horn into submission. I'm not thrilled about selling my 2006 Harley Davidson Electra Glide Ultra Classic, with more chrome doo-dads than anyone should have, but it's time. I'll miss him! This does not mean that I will no longer be part of the Ray C's Harley Davidson family, no way. They have done so much for us over the years and we are so very greatful.
I will always have my awesome 1999 HD Road King, the old police bike, with lots of fringe! This bike has a real personality. I have been all over the United States with this one and he is really a great partner. (pictured on the face page of this blog)

All Star Game

What in the world was I doing playing shortstop? Derek Jeter I am not, but it was such an honor to have the ladies on the church team select me to represent our team! We are undefeated and third base is my usual spot. I've never played short in my life...what a thrill. Shannon and I had such fun as our coaches and team members came to cheer. It was such fun, reminding me of many years ago when I played and neighborhood folks came to watch at the old Halbach Field in Rochester.

No Hoarding Here!

On Thursday evening, July 22, we were on the way to another softball game. Less than three miles from the house, a small yellow kitten ran out in front of our Escape.
He darted out, saw the car and ran back into the grass where I found him crying.
He weighed 1 pound, when we took him to the vet the following day. Seriously dehydrated, the vet was doubtful of his survival. We prayed.

After fluids and some TLC, we brought him home. For the near future, he is quarantined to the barn tack room until he receives a clean bill of health. Now, almost 2 pounds, he's a wild man! His name is Christian, after the famous lion who was returned to the wild after he was purchased from a London department store.

We now have a dozen kitties, each with his/her story of rescue! I AM THE LITTER BOX QUEEN mum.

(Google: Christian the lion and see the video...bring a kleenex, it's awesome)