Friends

I was outdoors this afternoon, enjoying some cool weather (just kidding, I'd rather it was warm) when good friend Chris Smith came round.  I was in my garage doing some minor maintenance and planning how I am going to spend my summer beginning with catching up on finding some way to get the best of whatever Summer we have and how I will deal with my two cats both of which are approaching middle age, them not I.

Willy, of course is like the million $$ cat, he was adopted from the Charlottetown Humane Society shortly after our move to the Island.  His timing was spectacular, we met the day before his "execution".

Luck? or Fate? Don't know, don't care.  I only had one cat prior to the cross Canada drive.  That was Phx, a kitten that made himself at home on one of my then frequents trips to Arizona, while I lived west.

After Willy we adopted Abby, a older female than desperately needed a new home. Since then, we've had some come and go but currently there is Willy, still kicking even those he has a myriad of medical issues (hence the $$ cat) and Coco a starving adult hiding under the tarp covering my Honda Ascot some years back.  Whether deliberate or accidental (not likely) she was in desperate shape, starving, fearful, and as I found out some time later, she has brain damage likely caused by a kick to the head (her jaw had been broken at some point) 

A more gentle kitty you'd be hard pressed to find... maybe Abby?

While working on the bike and tending to the pusses... I hear the sound of a well muffled four stroke single puttering into the drive.  I was pretty sure it was a Honda 300 because I have one.  Sure enough, even though weather was coolish, good friend Chris Smith, had rolled in on his wife's bike.  I've watched over both him and her as they began their motorcycle careers. 

If I had a pair of students, working on the art of riding and staying alive, I could use the two of them as poster children!

How do I know?  Well I was a Chief Instructor for a very long time. 

Chris reminds me of myself somewhat, he is a fine expert guitarist while I am strum a pretty dang good air guitar!  

With the restrictions across the country and in fact globally, imposed by the Corona virus, there hasn't been much socializing.  Taking a half hour off to "talk" bike was a well accepted break from my normal bleak days while keeping my distance. 

After Chris's departure, I hooked the booster cable up to the Triumph Thunderbird... it fired up after a few revolutions.  Unfortunately despite my efforts to trickle charge it through the winter, the newly purchased (last year May)  battery wouldn't hold a charge.  Until things are normal here, I deal with the battery replacement when it happens.