Motorcycle Adventuring 101: Ask to camp in a Farmer’s Field. A little ways off to the right we are presently enjoying a cup of coffee on the Farmhouse Veranda. They want to feed us, but we decline (no Daughters). Here you all get that rare glimpse of Our Megalomaniac – his shadow isn’t half as funny as he is. We are a little baffled that he has bothered to figure out our Samsung Galaxy S3 features……..he is really not all that into technology.
Naturally I have had to muzzle Ridicu with the Farm Folk…….he did manage to ask if Colonel Saunders was a relative, just as we were saying goodbyes (Crickets). The spot where Our Megalomaniac was just standing is shimmering a little………nobody but us ever sees him, the Samsung is hung inside the tent pocket where we left him – he’s still shaking a bit. Kimmie Lou says “that Farmer’s Daughter looks just like Meg Ryan.” We turn back towards the Farmhouse wondering if we should have stayed for breakfast, maybe they just pretended not to have a Daughter because she has this thing for Bikers………they may have her locked in the storm shelter until we leave.
It seems polite to hurry our pack-up so that poor Meg can get unshackled and get out and enjoy her day in Kansas……probably a good afternoon for Tornadoes according to The Tasmanian. The Dawn didn’t even whisper this morning and the air is perfectly still. “This Drought has cracked a lot of spirits around here.” We survey the landscape, crops have withered in the fields for miles……..“ah death, is there anything sweeter?” (Ridicu likes to act all edgy when he knows Our Megalomaniac is in town). “She certainly was” says Kimmie Lou, then adds “what role did you like her best in?” “Who?” “Meg Ryan” replies Kimmie Lou. We discuss various stages of Meg’s career we all loved In The Cut………her wanton surrender to Darkness……..nobody could have done it better.
Kimmie Lou then casually tosses” yeah, but the Dead Chick was more of a “Top Gun” Meg……..all Wild Youth Greek Tragedyish with some awkward giggling feta crumbled in.” “What Dead Chick?” Kimmie Lou just looks at us calmly for a few seconds…….she wants us to work for it. “The Dead Chick that died here last year.” “The Dead Chick than just wandered over and snapped that picture.” “Kimmie Lou, the picture was shot by Our Megalomaniac, not by some dead farm girl who looks like Meg………………………………”(did we mention how funny he is?)
Our Megalomaniac starts raising the Dead and we know it ain’t gonna be no stinking run of the mill Death Struggle……….looks like we are in for Straight-Up Evolution (is there any other kind?) or Spirit-Shredding Devolution……….nothing in-between (but fun either way). “What!” “She was Typing!”
We are getting breakfast about ninety minutes later and Ridicu is showing me all kinds of stuff about our iPad’s interface with WordPress (he’s good at pushing buttons). I can post stuff and surf content, but that’s about it. I open this tab called Notifications and realize that he and Our Megalomaniac have been corresponding……….with Bloggers! Our eyes cross briefly, “you think this is pretty funny huh?” I’m not laughing……..“Relax – we pretended to be you a bunch of times.”