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[mrlich]

...and I figure that I should be keeping better track of that sort of thing. I have a bad habit of only posting to lj when I am tired and frustrated and well... cranky.

Anywho - Work was... work. I had a machine break down at a customer's location. Not a terribly big deal save for two things: one - I wasn't sure that I had the replacement part with me (why would they call me in advance and let me know about a problem?!) and two - I had already called my friends Krishna a Margaret and they were traveling 45 minutes to have lunch with me - and the repair would delay me.

Here's where the day started getting good. 1. I had the part with me. 2. I got the machine fixed in a quickness and 3. Had time to sit and have a nice lunch with Krishna and Margaret (who I don't get to see nearly enough of these days...).

I realized something today. People hear me bitch about my job an awful lot, but today was a prime example of why my job can totally rawk. Here I was - smack dab in the middle of my day, and I'm able to take and hour or more out and just sit and have lunch with long lost friends. I don't know many folks who can do that.

The rest of the work day went without a hitch. *knocks on wood quick*

On the drive home I contacted the Gas Man (as in fuel here folks - not the stinky bodily kind). He's a long time buddy - a former roomie - and one of my best biker pals. We've been trying to get together recently but it just doesn't seem to happen. By the time I hung up the phone we had agreed to meet shortly after I would get home and take the bikes for a short spin after grabbing some grub at a diner. Perfect end to a decent day.

We went to the diner - got some grub and had a grand time. When we left we were surprised to find kar0na pulling up. She had come to join us but finished working out late. Was a shame because I knew she wouldn't have a whole lot of interest in coming with us to our next stop - it was time to talk to a man about a horse.

Errr... well... no - that's not right. We went to talk to a man about the front end for a horse. An steel horse to be more precise. My steel horse - the old one - the Triumph. That old hard-tail has been sitting in a barn for way too long and my father's got me kinda jazzed to work on it. So... main priority is the front end. Which brings us to the guy with the front end. He's giving it to me. Complete with the wheel. He's not asking for money. "Here - just have it. I'll leave it on the porch and just swing by and grab it when you're on four wheels."

Dude rawks.

After leaving Gas Man and his wife, I decided I reaaally need to do the oil/oil filter change on my other bike that I have been saying I'm going to do for some time now. So I did. I bought the oil at a minimart on the way home and got home, changed it all out, and put it all back together. Then I went for a ride.

There's something supremely satisfying about riding a motorcycle that you just did work on.

And that is more or less how I ended my day - rolling down the road on the bike I just did maintenance on with a grin on my face from ear to ear.