Amphigouri: varnished nonsense

Ok, so I’m not the star of my own Oakhurst milk commercial like some members of my family were, but I still made an appearance in one of the Maine news broadcasts over the weekend.
Red helmet + denim shirt = me. Also is me to the far right of the group shot. Check out who putt-putts past the camera with 8 seconds left!

Now I’m qualified to ride legally on the streets (well, once I take the stamped paperwork to the DMV and fork over some $ for the appropriate sticker for my driver’s license).
I highly recommend taking the 2-day, hands-on, safety class; I just can’t imagine going out on the road without that sorta training (hell, I still can’t quite grok the fact that after the 2 days *I* can go out on the roads… will be doing a fair bit of parking lot practice before heading to the roads with live traffic, I think). The school I used: A & J Motorcycle Safety School. Two thumbs up.

Sweet!

What seems like forever ago, I wrote about finding a proper 10-pin bowling alley not too far from our MA house. Of course, that was a mere few months before starting my MLS degree, which left me spending time writing papers with the free wireless in my favorite coffee shop on Saturday mornings rather than at the bowling lanes, so I never got back into the game.

This past weekend, Hubby and I checked out the local alley, Sparetime Recreation (formerly known as Strike One), and I was thrilled to discover that it indeed is a 10-pin shop and not candlepin (I was actually informed that candlepin lanes in these parts are starting to disappear. Huh.). Even better, they’ve got a couple free slots for instruction coming up on Monday evenings, so I can get a much needed refresher, having not picked up a ball in ’bout 7 years. Sorry, knitting class, I’m gonna have to skip a few weeks while I tend to my bowling fix enough to feel confident in joining a league for the summer!