April 30, 2008

Me & My New Ride


Here's my bike. I'll have to figure out how to upload the idle.
THIS is one growling beast of a hog.
So is the bike. :)

6 comments:

Mary DeMuth said...

Wow! So cool! Congrats!

carla stewart said...

You look great on your new love. Congratulations!

carla stewart said...

I think that last comment sounded off a bit. Your new love meaning your motorcycle! Oh brother.

Anonymous said...

Rumble, rumble, rumble! I am so happy for you! Now get that license and join me on the tail of the Dragon at Deals Gap this summer! (See my post on http://jesuslovesbikerchickstoo.blogspot.com)!!!
You look AWESOME! Very sexy. :-) No wonder your husband bought it for you!

Christina Tarabochia said...

Sweet ride!

Anonymous said...

Hi Camille!

Thank you very much for waving at me from Oregon and your kind words of welcome. I am visiting my brother who has immigrated to Canada 11 years ago. The weather is great and not nearly as cold as I was expecting.

Last Friday we went to Vancouver Island where my brother and his family lived their first 4 years in Canada. From what I gather, we were quite close to Washington and Oregon.

I enjoy your comments on Randy's blog and particulary your cool sense of humour!

Regards.

Daan.

ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF. . . .

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:

I've published five novels and 2 novellas (more about those on my website.) I've been writing all my life, but decided in 2007 to get serious about being published.

I love action movies and Jane Austen. (she’s dead, I know. I found that out when I tried to get her to endorse my novel)

They let me play Bass guitar and sing in a worship band.

I can produce 4 dozen homemade cinnamon rolls in a flash for a crowd of drooling young adults. Or publishing house editors.

I used to have a Harley. Now we have six (going on seven) grandkiddos. Decent trade, really.

I am a proud Grammy. Don't even think about taking candy from my babies.

I hate shopping (Yes, I'm aware that I'm a girl)

MY ROOTS:
I've lived in Oregon all my life, spent time in Eugene (Go DUCKS!), Springfield, Reedsport, and Smith River. Which is not really a town, but a river, about 70 miles long, a tributary of the Umpqua River in southwest Oregon.

Although it's not a town, it is a community with a strong sense of pioneer history. It's cool to say you've lived there, especially if you lived there during the days when you had to take a boat to school. No joke! The old farmhouse my grandfather and my mother grew up in still stands, nestled into a narrow, pasture carpeted valley, complete with a swimmin' hole and its own 'crick'. It may turn up in one of my novels.

There's a rumor that my ancestors had a connection with the Mafia back in Sicily. I used to fantasize as a kid about a big black limo with tinted windows pulling up and whisking me away from school. Ahhh. So THAT'S why I'm having so much trouble conjugating my dangling participles now.

NOT RANDOM: I am challenged by the truth and amazed by the grace of God. And it's either in spite of or because of that grace that I hold a PhD in Learning Stuff the Hard Way.