The Dog has landed in America.
For those who have followed Dog's planned trip to America, here is just a couple days worth of news. If you don't care don't read this.
Okay, Dog told me what he looked like and that he would have a green T shirt with cute frogs playing on the front. Couldn't miss the bald head in the air port pick up line, pulled over, shook his hand and loaded the trunk off the dolly onto the bed of the truck (he brought a whole trailer hitch assembly from Aussy land in his baggage). Made me wonder.
As we drove toward my house I glance at the green T shirt. 1970's tie die and in America what the frogs were doing is porn not playing.
He wants to eat and asks if we can stop at Hooters right next to a huge Harley dealership. Says he wants to check out the wings and bikes. I am now starting to get a bit more worried.
We got to the bike shop and tried to buy his bike. His Aussy bank card wouldn't fit into the card reader. To big as their dollar is so much bigger than ours. But Dog did spend a couple hours with a 6' tall ex professional stunt rider who drives an old Harley. She is the clothing sales person. I think she was hitting on him but he didn't respond. So off to the bank to get money to buy the bike with. He has to set up an account at the bank. Works with a single gal from South Africa who does the account set ups. Very cute. I can't understand either of them when they talk as it isn't any English I have ever heard. But, it was very obvious she was hitting on the Dog. He seemed to miss that and I worried just a bit more.
Went with cash to get the bike this morning and the six foot Harley gal gives Dog an Art of Motorcycle coffee table book. Beautiful and it is free. Dog misses that. Then the salesman gives Dog a free expensive Triumph T shirt (no nasty frogs there). Looks longingly into Dogs eyes but again Dog missed that. I am very worried now. What is it with this guy?
I am to ride the bike back to my house as he has never ridden on the "Right" side of the road plus he wants to drive a 390 hp pick up down the freeway. The 6 foot Harley gal comes to take his picture next to the new bike and post it on their web site but Dog is in the truck with the stereo cranked, reving the engine so my picture is taken next to his bike and I will be Dog for the new bike purchase.
We get home and get on the bikes to go eat down at the ocean. Dog follows us as we ride the St with his new bike. He seems to have problems letting go of the left hand habit and accepting the "Right" Hand ways of Texas. Stepping on the brake when wanting to shift gear doesn't make the following Texans happy. Even worse is trying to stop and ending up down shifting. I now have grave doubts.
I will let you know how tomorrow goes.