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The new metal-flake green Harley remained housed in the garage as I rode my other Harley in Harley-Davidson's 110th Anniversary Parade Saturday. The weather was perfect and I had a blast! I imagine it would've been even better from the saddle of a Heritage Softail Classic, or most any other Harley for that matter. (The Harley in the garage isn't ours, and my other Harley is a Schwinn!)
If I have to (voluntarily) give up, and my company has to compensate me for, five precious Saturday morning hours, then I'd expect more than I got during my first First Aid / CPR / AED training yesterday.
I was met last night by a strange man standing in the kitchen talking to my wife. Either he was trying to sell us something, or hold us hostage. They stopped talking as I entered and looked in my direction like they were waiting for me to make the next move.
Left the house a little after five Sunday morning to chase hot air balloons to an eventual soft landing in the outlots of Woodman's Market, and spent a beautiful 7-1/2 hours at Irish Fest directly after not arriving back home until after five in the afternoon.