No, I didn't get a bigger scooter. I'm talking about the documentary "The Big Scoot!" - a film about the 2023 Scooter Cannonball. A timed, navigational challenge (not a race) from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean (San Clemente, California, to Hilton Head, South Carolina)... 8 days; 3,170 miles (plus more if you make any of the side trips for bonus point photos).
No, I haven't given more than a fleeting thought to running one of these (held every 2 years) - no way my creaky ol' bod could handle that, although the Burgman 200 would be up for the ride. I am realistic. But, I admire those who do run this; many have done it multiple times.
Today, we rented "The Big Scoot!" on Prime to watch it. You don't have to be a scooter rider to enjoy this... but, it helps. I know (and know of) some of the riders.
A good film!
The story of Bill (who we met at the Beat the Heat gathering last summer) played a part in this. I won't spoil the story, if you take the opportunity to watch this... but, it hit me right in the feelings.
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Fight or Flight...
Talking about Murph: I was walking Murphy around the yard on his leash; when I to Steph and Dan's yard, Steph came out and we visited for a while. A bird swooped down by Murph and he went ape-shit (technical feline term)... he pulled the retractable leash out of my hand... it retracted and hit him in the ass... which made him run even more like a wild cat... which made the retractable leash flail around like it was chasing him... which made him even more frenetic... rinse and repeat.
Along the way, he took out a couple solar lights, hit and moved my griddle table, ran around the hot tub and knocked down the lovely 3-leg towel stand, and busted one of the legs completely loose. So, that was fun.
He spent the next couple hours hiding out, but the pounding of his heart gave away his position. He was not a happy cat. (Fear not, he is asleep on his pad on the couch as I write this.)
To be fair, each of our cats has done this. Molly and Izzy did it more than once each. This was Murphy's first time.
I tried to screw the leg back on the towel stand. Which, by the way, it a pretty shade of light green that matches the house. But, I digress. The screw holes were stripped out. I assumed a trip to Ace Hardware would get me slightly larger screws. We looked through our stash of odd nuts, bolts, and screws... nothing that was just the right size. An executive decision was made to drill through the leg and thru-bolt it.
I was able to knock that 5 minute job out in a mere 45 minutes... although to be fair, a good portion of that time was spent sorting through the aforementioned nuts, bolts, and screws. That leg is now more solid than it was when new...
Better than buying a new towel stand; plus we got this cheap at IKEA - who knows if they still have them.
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Apologize to Murphy for me, but I laughed out loud at the story. When Buddy first came home we wanted him to get used to being on the back porch and to learn where the patio door was, so we used a harness and leash. It freaked him out and we eventually had to knock on the neighbor's door to retrieve him from their garage.
After a couple of warm and sunny days here (75-81°) it rained hard last night and will only get up to 60° today. Having not seen Lucy much this weekend, she is now a homebody - for the day. The girl really likes her yard....
I feel for my furry boy, but the process of "run, get whacked by the leash, repeat" has a Keystone Kops feel to it. Murph goes out with "supervision," so we always know his whereabouts.
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