Covid Conundrum

By: Old AlJul 15, 2020

Perhaps the least expected event of my lifetime is this COVID situation.  As a county and a planet, no one living expected to see (much less experience) how fast the world shut down. Personally, I had a return of a medical issue to deal with so the first couple of months of lock up didn’t phase me much. Now that I’m almost whole again we’re still locked down only to a lesser degree. The stores, bars, restaurant, etc. are all reopening which is positive.

During the “shelter in place” I did manage to get semi caught up with life.  I also got some woodworking projects done.  My latest, as of now, was a 20” x 30” “plinko” game I built for my daughter’s friend’s kid.  I’ve made a few of them, but this one is my favorite.

Now that I’m back riding again I’ve been taken more photos and starting collecting pics for the calendar I print each year.  Although this year’s pics are closer to home, they’re still memories of family, friends, and places.

It’s good to have a few hobbies.  As a kid I flew r/c planes with my dad.

After I had children it was Estes rockets, r/c cars, bicycles, camping, fishing, and flipping motorcycles.  I recently bought a small drone.  It takes a pretty good picture and is fun, although the novelty has worn off a bit.  These hobbies have definitely helped me get thought this winter/spring from hell.  I’m curious to know what all of your hobbies are that have gotten you through this strange time.

There is still time to salvage the rest of the riding season, and if things don’t take a turn for the worse this summer and fall should shake out OK.

As I lament my loss of the early riding season I know the rest of you will work it out.  So whenever you can be a little extra friendly and move on with your life.  Winter will be here soon…so ride all you can this season and keep family and friends close.

Old Al
It’s pretty odd how I came into motorcycles as my father couldn’t stand them.  But as life moves on, things change. Now here I am, still riding. It’s been a long road, 55 years riding and 116 bikes later, and now writing a column for this site. What a long strange trip it’s been.