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Fun The Mental: Revised And Completed (Finally)



Howdy Myst,                 (Edited Version Available 2020)

As many of you know, the Fun The Mental post was accidentally published when only partially completed. For the past few weeks I have had the last section out for tweaking and adjustments…..kind of a “knife at my throat” editing, it probably would not have taken its current form without my compulsion by design need to twist things around while it hung to dry. Go on back to the original post to see the final version (you are not getting a link – it is the post just before this one :)). It may never feel finished for me, but this seems where it should be…..more or less.

I do a lot of things the hard way…..my therapist isn’t happy about it. Apologies to any of you who happened to look in on the rougher sections these past few weeks. If anyone would like to hear a podcast where I talk with Michelle from Steadily Skipping Stones go here:


We talk about how RidicuRyder began, my Bipolar disease and coming to a place in life where reshaping certain realities becomes necessary.

A lot of RidicuRyder ventures beyond sanity…..it is disturbing in spots, but I look at it this way……any of you entering a building with a claustrophobic friend would understand that they would be avoiding the elevator and taking the stairs to the floor you were headed for. Perhaps you decide to get a little exercise and take the stairs with them or you might feel lazy and just hop the elevator. Your destination is agreed upon, it’s just that at least one of you is getting there in an alternate fashion.

I generally take the elevator and I don’t mind being squeezed into tight spots at times, but I do feel confined by our species in its present form. I understand there are all sorts of rational reasons I shouldn’t be…….but I am. So I am out at the edge of various floor plans seeking steps elsewhere, sorry if it isn’t pretty…..I know it can be hard to watch. I am the guy teetering out on the periphery…..what can I say?

Several friends and family accept my goof (at least they tell me they do). Thanks to everyone for understanding and especially the few that helped with this post…..you know who you are 🙂



Kimmie Lou

Kimmie Lou teasing alligators along alligator alley “Hey Gator Baby….wanna chunk of my shiny new Ortlieb Quick Release Bags ? Mmmm, tastes just like dark meat chicken !”

Howdy Myst,                 (Edited Version Available 2020)

We made it out of Miami! Kimmie Lou got a little work done in St Petersburg, “what the heck is a doohickey” said the service manager as we laid a bag of parts on the counter. Ridicu took over saying “it’s one of these here thingy-kabobs that keeps tension on Kimmie Lou’s leash”…”chain” I added quickly. It’s a stronger cam and springs from Eagle Mike to replace the lighter stuff Kawasaki put in the 2008 (Parts apparently beefed up from 2009 onward). Then I went on to mention Happy Trails and KLR 650.net ……the service guy’s eyes widened a bit (Oh, it’s one of these Thumper Cult Characters, he was probably thinking).

“Well, I can see you are on a trip so we’ll get rid of you….ah……I mean, get you on your way as soon as possible” he said. “Thanks, we really appreciate it” replied Ridicu. The service guy’s eyes quickly darted around the vicinity to see who else was with us – there was no one for miles, “OK then, give us a call tomorrow, we’ll do our best to have her ready by the end of the day.”

Whew! He took the “we” to mean me and Kimmie Lou, “wow – thanks” I said and bolted for the door, as it was closing behind me I looked back and added “call you tomorrow.”“Really nice folks over here on the west coast eh ?” said Ridicu, adding “we should say something in our blog about the great service and attention at St Pete Power Sports.”“Maybe” I replied ” but only after we are out of town.”

A quick note on our previous post feedback

We had to delete practically all the comments that came in responding to our last post because of extreme language and generally foul observations. We only selected one person’s comment for attachment to Contraption Attachment Disorder as he had the good manners to send two comments in (even though his comments were a little edgy, Ridicu and I did have to acknowledge his acknowledgement for both of us). The following is our On The Record Reply:

We really appreciate you submitting two comments, it’s really nice when someone is sensitive to dual personalities. Here at RidicuRyder we were astounded by all the aggravated viewers calling in concerns similar to yours for a couple of days after releasing our post. Now that our switchboards have finally cooled off, we would like to set the record straight.

First, we must firmly state that Kimmie Lou is proud of her Asian heritage, she only sasses up her Japanese accent for fun (your abortion reference was poorly recieved but she eventually saw you were just kidding after we cleaned her air filter with Bombay Sapphire and tonic 6 or 7 times). Next we would like to emphasize that we are as (if not more) challenged by Mental Health issues than all of you who remained sleepless for days after publication. We will be undergoing rigorous Moto-Therapy for weeks prescribed for us by a renowned Buddhist Biker / Wedding Photographer who never brings film (and won’t go digital) – we just hope to make it out in two images.

By far the most strenuous objection raised by the post was “How can a woman give birth to a motorcycle?”

A little known Obstetrical loophole exists for women who desire “off the grid” pregnancies and before we go any further we must, as Health Care Professionals, insist that anyone breathing – at this moment, immeadiately consult a physician. Furthermore, it is agreed by anyone reading on, that methods outlined are of an artistic, non-reliable yet highly provocative nature and are only undertaken after whatever magic 8 ball decision-making protocols you prefer are peeled out.

If a woman times the conception of her child so that a full moon rises on the last day of her first trimester…..and she dances with total abandon but precise steps (Irish Jigs generally work best) at midnight, she can request a species switch for her fetus. Really good dancers (like Kimmie Lou’s Mom) can even ask to give rise to a machine. Now it must be stressed that this isn’t for the faint-hearted….once a request is made, irreversible consequences are set into motion. When Kimmie Lou’s Mom said “2008 Kawasaki KLR 650” she knew that the Corked Stork may have replied “Vespa” and that was what she would have been stuck with. This stuff isn’t dreamy-doll time……request a cuddly Koala and the reply might be “Aardvark” – just so everybody knows what they are in for.

After Kimmie Lou’s Mom did her spectacular dance and was granted her wish, she said goodbye to her friends, family and Lover Lou (who?) so that she could journey to the Himilayas. After a few days of trekking, the excruciating transformation began. One morning Kimmie Lou’s Mom awoke in a cave without the pain that had been with her for weeks…..she stood up a tall 17 7/8 feet as a fully formed Yeti capable of delivering a full size dual sport motorcycle.

Yeti-ma (as she likes to be called) has never looked back, she likes her new life and is content to live out her years nibbling on the occasional Mountaineer and refining her language skills (we Nepal-exed her Rosetta Stone Swahili a while back and it has been keeping her pretty busy).

Hope this clears things up,