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Rendezvous Conspiracy
So... Borrego, my little 25lb cattle-dog mix, managed to jump 4X his height, get on top of my 1200GS and remove the key from the bike's ignition. He's not a clever thief as evidenced by the trail of paw prints he left on the seat and gas tank.
I really wanted to ride this morning. Didn't happen. I'm sitting next to the bike typing this from the garage. 12-hours have passed. I've turned the garage upside down and searched a careful grid pattern in the backyard looking for fresh holes. No key. Borrego continues to play hardball by refusing to answer any questions and in a final slap to authority, has just fallen asleep at my feet.
I really wanted to ride this morning. Didn't happen. I'm sitting next to the bike typing this from the garage. 12-hours have passed. I've turned the garage upside down and searched a careful grid pattern in the backyard looking for fresh holes. No key. Borrego continues to play hardball by refusing to answer any questions and in a final slap to authority, has just fallen asleep at my feet.
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