November motorcycle ride

Yesterday the temperature got up near seventy degrees, and Cliff suggested a motorcycle ride to Scott's Bargain Barn in Excelsior Springs; he needed to buy a twelve-pack of glove liners.

We wore our leathers, and it was a perfect ride. Invigorating, not too cold at all.

Now, Scott's Bargain Barn bores me to tears. But we bikers have a saying: "It's all about the ride."

Cliff could stay in this dirty, dark cave of a place for hours, inspecting tiny screws and nuts as though they were gold. When I'm with him at Scott's, I realize how he must feel when he's at Kohl's with me.

He went slowly from one end of the store to the other.

I found some things to look at; a picture of Jesus standing at the door, knocking, for ninety-nine cents...

and some reasonably-priced jackets and shirts, if you don't mind a $5 coat that says, "Bob's Electric, Parumph, Nevada", or a $1 T-shirt emblazoned with, "Granny's Marathon, 2005".

Oh yes, it's quite a place. I didn't whine, really I didn't. My knees complained, but they were fine once I found a chair near the door and sat listening to the guys running the place talk about what a slow day it was. It's Black Friday, people! You think folks are going to be shopping for this junk on Black Friday?

Believe it or not, I did find some things for myself: three Faded Glory T-shirts that had originally been $3 at Walmart for $1 each; a couple of pairs of knit gloves for $1 a pair; and a pair of warmer leather gloves for $5. I was needing gloves for when we take our daily walk. Now I'm set.

By the time we got back home at 4:30, the temperature was already noticeably cooler.

Today is supposed to be another perfect one, but I'll be getting ready for the Thanksgiving dinner that we're having here tomorrow. You folks are all eating leftovers, while I'm just now baking pies.