Somehow I've become a late 40 something. OOOopsss.. make that 50 something...very early 50 something.. I have no clue how that happened so fast... Must of been having fun 'cause time sure has flown. It all seems so sudden and unexpected... But I'll take each year I can get (considering the alternative) Twice married & Divorced (nooooo..... the second time don't count and, like the fairytale, it was long, long ago in a faraway land).

Politics... one should never discuss that but I'm going to anyway. I'm a conservative/liberal libertarian (figure that out). Mostly, I believe the government should just stay out of the way.

When I'm working on something, I get so involved; I'm oblivious to everything else around me. My mind can and will, however, catalog the fact that someone is talking to me, what they've said, and remind me to respond within' about 30 minutes. It drives people crazy. It did my third (or was it second) grade teacher who wrote on my report card, "Larry lives in a dream world". That part of my personality is deeply embedded and likely will not be changed.

My main hobby is motorcycles. I own 3, all Italian, all Moto Guzzi's & ALL RUN. A motorcycle will turn an ordinary man into a mechanic. They did me. If they break, I do the repairs and will often curse while doing so (sometimes violently). I'm into loooooong trips, lost highways, back roads, loaded up with campin' equipment, tools, road food, a bottle of wine & other such necessities of life.

Recently I purchased a GPS for work and considered getting one for the motorcycle. It could be handy, but then half the fun of riding a motorcycle is getting lost. Nothing will free you like the the realization that the startling 80 mile per hour flash before your eyes an hour ago was your only map flying out of the map case atop your tankbag (that you forgot to zip up). Your next wonder will be, now where the hell am I? (Being a man, asking directions is out of the question).

Work requires that I travel. It's rare that I'm able to work within 300 miles of home. It's not a Monday thru Friday 8 to 5'er but when I do work, I work really, really hard (it's almost nuts). When I play, I play hard and when I relax, I'm comatose.

This area under construction. After reading what I first had here, I realized I sounded like a dork. Perhaps I am a dork.

Update.. Still under construction... Let's just say, it should be short, a cold drink, coffee, lunch, one drink, whatever, with a time limit so that neither of us feels we have to make too hasty of an exit. More of a meet 'n greet.