Life explained

I don’t usually do a cut and paste from another post but this was too good.  Credit where credit is due.

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

“Not very long,” answered the Mexican.

“But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.

The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life.”

The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”

“And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”

“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.

“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.

“And after that?”

“Afterwards? Well my friend, that’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!”

“Millions? Really? And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”

And the moral of this story is: ……… Know where you’re going in life… you may already be there.

New addition to our family

Once upon a time, there was Spongebob, named such because I looked like a total squarepants riding him.


Spongebob was a 1986 Yamaha XS400.  With a stiff tailwind and a bit of a downhill slope, he could almost get up to 100km/hr.  Great starter bike.  I remember driving around and seeing a fancy convertable with the top down and thinking, “You paid 20 times what I did and I’m having more fun than you.  I have top, front, back and sides down.”

Next came Cartman, the 1989 ZX750 Ninja.  He was called Cartman because he wasn’t fat, he was just big boned.  By modern sport bike standards, he was heavy and slow but I got him up to 230km/hr one time and generally cruised at 180 or so.  Amazing I never lost my license.  He was, shall we say, distinctive in his coloration.


I got rid of Cartman when we got married to save a few bucks on insurance.  For two years I was rideless, gazing jealously as other guys rode around, free of the constraints of seatbelts and speed limits.  So, without futher ado, I present to you, “Quagmire.”  This name, courtesy of Sharon, comes from the sound his engine makes….Giggity giggity giggity….


Quagmire is a Honda Shadow, VT1100.  Lots of displacement and torque but still a big performance drop from Cartman.  Hopefully just the thing to keep me down to reasonable speeds and definitely a lot more comfortable for passengers.  Note the generous seating and backrest.  Hopefully my wife won’t need a back brace and hip replacement after riding.