The Runtyun

She was born the same month that I was, forty years later though. When the excitement of the birth was over and the baby was clean and wrapped up in her birthing cloths, when I stopped feeling woozy and found a certain control over my emotions. The nurse handed me the cooing little bundle–my daughter.

She was warm in my arms. All I could see were her eyes, they were so big. I know that at only a few minutes of age there is not very much for a baby to reference, yet she looked straight at me and she had me. At the time I did not know the adventures that I would go through as a father. The things I would endure as a parent and man. At the time all I saw were eyes and a bright red pudgy face and a little bubble of saliva at the corner of her mouth.

I put her down on the birthing table and just stared. What had I done? This little creature, perfect with ten toes and ten fingers, one little head that looked too big for that little body. What had I done? I put my hand out to her to see what she would do. Nothing. I guess she could not see–being only few minutes old. My finger brushed her hand, she did not jump, but reached out and gripped my finger. She was strong!

She would have to be strong coming into the life I was involved in. We went through a few struggles before getting to the somewhat stable life we live now. During her toddler years she was very out going. Her smile in the morning was brighter than the sun at sunrise. It carried me through some of my darkest days.

Now she is so wise, yet strangely naive. She can understand things beyond her years, yet in another minute ask a question so innocent that I can only wonder. The Runtyun is growing into a fine person despite my parenting skills.

I have stumbled through this whole parenting experiment and you know what? She is doing pretty well despite me.


Saturday, March 28, 2020

Some of the things I have been doing

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Wow, a lot sure has gone on in the past few days. Corvid 19, my getting the shits at work and having to get tested. Then of course I had to “Self Isolate.” I have been using the time to get to know the bike, now none as Ginger Lover, or GL for short. I sorted some of the tools I’ll keep on it, put some different foot-pegs on, changed the spark-plugs, got some new mirrors put on. It still needs a cleaning though.

Until last Monday I was going to get some of the things to get into BACA, but the virus got in the way of that. I’ll get with Bear next week I hope. O by the way, I might be going to meet up with Bear and Rowdy for a ride today.

The VA called last night and said that I am healthy!
 BIG RELIEF!  
I guess th at means I need to go back to work. I could get used to this not working thing, I am here to tell ya’!


I have been watching a lot of videos lately, most about motorcycles and stuff. One of the weaknesses I have as a rider is going into and out of curves. What? you say, isn’t that what it is all about? Well, you would be right. But I looked at the rear tire I just replaced. The middle part was all worn away, but the sides were almost pristine. That tells me I accelerate going in a straight line, and coast through corners.
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