When most people hear the term Oregon slug they think of the huge slugs that our state is known for. Like the ones below we saw on a walking path on a late evening walk in June.
|(Slug as long as Troubadour's hand)|
|(I put the camera down for a street view)|
Lately when I have been thinking of slugs I've been thinking more of myself. I hate to admit it, but I haven't been on Max since I parked it in the garage after coming home from the IMBC four weeks ago. For all our talk of waiting for summer to get here to get more riding in, it seems I do most of my riding in the cooler months when we have less non-moto activities going on.
Troubadour has been auditing Team Oregon classes the last two weekends in anticipation of taking his training in September to become a classroom instructor to add to to his current range certification. We've gone to coffee in the morning and then he has gone to class while I've ran errands in the car. Too much stuff to try and carry on Max with no luggage.
I suppose I could have ridden somewhere in the afternoon but by the time I get home from errands I get lazy/sluggish and have just been hanging out with the cat. Which brings me to a whole other kind of slug. The Basil Slug.
|(Basil in his bed on the back deck - think he is comfy?)|
|(Basil enjoying the cool air from the A/C in the kitchen window)|
I think I will have to start commuting on the bike just to get back in the saddle again. All three miles each way. One of these days I need to get saddle bags or a tank slapper inducing top case so I have no excuse not to commute on it.
- Au Revoir
"The time will come when Winter will ask you what you were doing all Summer." - Henry Clay