Now I am a V.I.P.

Just got back from Beerfest. My brother-in-law bought V.I.P. passes. With all the sampling I did I am impressed I am as good of shape that I am in. Definitely not thirsty. A few random notes . . .

Loved this stuff. 

This was excellent.

As was this.

Steam Whistle Beer truck. I have had their stuff before and like it.

Horrible. I had to pour this out. I found it undrinkable.

Excellent. The sample size you got to taste could have been served in a thimble.

Not bad. Would likely try again.

Zella Community Centre (formerly the Zella School)

This was a school from 1905 until 1954. When it closed the students were bused to another community. If you keep your eye open you can find the occasional school that has been preserved.

Some proof I was there on March 30, 2015.

Zen and the art of motorcycle riding

Last year with the motorcycle I always felt that I had to be driving flat out to get somewhere. Several times I had it running close to one hundred miles an hour. No real destination, just motion.

There was no running or escaping from anything, just a driving urge to be . . . somewhere. I put about ten thousand meaningless meandering miles on the motorcycle during that season. Road noise was my soundtrack.

I truly enjoyed it. What part of it I am not quite sure. When winter hit I sold the bike. I thought I had done it and got it out of my system. Then I bought another one.

So far I enjoy it more, the experience is the same and yet different. I am more relaxed when I ride. I have any one of several destinations in mind and I have taken a slower pace. None of this really means anything other than I have slightly changed. I am a little more comfortable with myself. I will see where it takes me.

Spotted yesterday in Airdrie

Now we just need some greenery

Out and about on the highways and byways.