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Hunting the wild house...
Sep. 3rd, 2009 10:55 pmMet with limited success tonight, at least got some encouragement that not everything out there in our price range is a completely lost cause... Decent-sized place in Westbrook, fantastic backyard, lots of BIG trees, relative privacy. Inside not too bad. Needs paint, needs a GOOD scrubbing, kitchen was weird, but usable. Little butler-pantry-thingy is a nice touch. The roof, though, was a bit scary. We'll see what happens...
Rode the bike to meet J and N (our realtor) at the house, and then to the Province meeting afterward. All by myself. Was working myself into a good 'no... it's rush hour (it wasn't), 302 can be busy (yes... but not that bad), I don't *quite* know where I'm going (found it fine, speed limits are slow), what if I-(no, don't even think about that)' anti-pep talk, and then decided to just GO, for goodness sakes. Filled up the gas tank, just in case (120 miles on a little over 2 gallons... not bad.), and met another friendly motorcyclist at the next pump. He helped with my stupid question on how far to fill the tank... Back on the road (hrmm... tachometer isn't working. I wonder what I did there), I don't think I ticked off too many people behind me (nobody seemed to be tailgating), didn't do anything stupid (and stayed upright), and felt pretty darn good. Still felt better knowing J was behind me on the way home in the dark, especially in the big, tailgater-blocking Highlander.
Tachometer was fixed in the driveway of the house; the cable had pulled out of the engine bits it connected to. Oops. Not my fault, just needs tightening. It's handy having my own traveling mechanic. :) Also, should bring the thermal liner to my coat along if I'm going to be out at night... it's getting chilly. Fall is coming, a bit early, I think. New nice white coat is on it's way, though, with both thermal and waterproof liners. Joy!
Rode the bike to meet J and N (our realtor) at the house, and then to the Province meeting afterward. All by myself. Was working myself into a good 'no... it's rush hour (it wasn't), 302 can be busy (yes... but not that bad), I don't *quite* know where I'm going (found it fine, speed limits are slow), what if I-(no, don't even think about that)' anti-pep talk, and then decided to just GO, for goodness sakes. Filled up the gas tank, just in case (120 miles on a little over 2 gallons... not bad.), and met another friendly motorcyclist at the next pump. He helped with my stupid question on how far to fill the tank... Back on the road (hrmm... tachometer isn't working. I wonder what I did there), I don't think I ticked off too many people behind me (nobody seemed to be tailgating), didn't do anything stupid (and stayed upright), and felt pretty darn good. Still felt better knowing J was behind me on the way home in the dark, especially in the big, tailgater-blocking Highlander.
Tachometer was fixed in the driveway of the house; the cable had pulled out of the engine bits it connected to. Oops. Not my fault, just needs tightening. It's handy having my own traveling mechanic. :) Also, should bring the thermal liner to my coat along if I'm going to be out at night... it's getting chilly. Fall is coming, a bit early, I think. New nice white coat is on it's way, though, with both thermal and waterproof liners. Joy!
