Having been so busy fielding the firestorm of bikers rights advocates, biker safety advocates and just plain bikers overwhelming my mail box since my post of 7-9-07 with posts of indignation and outrage over how their tax dollars and "biker Capital" is being squandered and mismanaged while being used to insure that the Future of Motorcycling will be determined by the Florida ABATE president and legislative bed fellows I missed the most important event of my life.
Yepper, ya know all them spammy things you get in the mail that tell ya how some rich dude died and left a widow with millions of dollars she can't get into the states unless you help her?
Well, damned if I didn't accidentally delete the one that was true, coming from a long lost irish Uncles concubine. He had in fact captured a leprechaun and of course it's stash of gold but died prior to getting up with me so that I might indulge myself in a flight to Ireland to help him shop for some rambling old "Druid" castles that had recently come to market. Now he always had been a bit eccentric so he insisted that his widow or whatever relationship she may or may not have had with him send the letter by way of Nigeria.
Of course being conditioned to believe that all of these e-mails were scams and not a one of them could actually be true I deleted the true permanently from mail box. Though not having reported it as spam I recently received another note saying, sorry but due to my failure to follow up on the truth my rich uncles concubine died and left the leprechauns pot of gold to her 450 cats who are now freely roaming a "drudic" castle under the care of an Irish lassie that is heiress to the "Irish Spring" fortune.
Now I ain't the sharpest bulb on the shelf but boy howdy I can tell ya this little experience has taught me one thing fer sure. That little note I got on "how to beat vaginal dryness". I'm answering it. Ride free.....I will.........rc