Tattoos, Leather, and Testosterone

Bakersfield, CA Annual Toy Run toy run poster 

            I live in the most generous city in the United States…maybe even in the world.  Anytime there is a need, whether it is for coats, school supplies, food, toys, Bakersfield steps up.  Big Time.  There are many local churches and charities that sponsor these events, and not just at Christmas, but throughout the year.  But one of the biggest and best is the Annual Bakersfield Christmas Toy Run.

 

            Bakersfield’s Toy Run began 30 years ago with 50 riders.  This year 7,000 people on almost 6,000 motorcycles participated.  Along with classic car enthusiasts, ATV riders and off-roaders, they gathered in the 30 degree cold weather at Beach Park and rode for five miles to the Kern County Fairgrounds.  This is the biggest Toy Run in the state.

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Beach Park…December 8, 2013…

…30 degrees cold…

 

            This year 3,000 toys, one ton of food and $30,000 in cash were collected to help out our fellow Bakersfieldians.  The Toy Run partners with the Salvation Army, who says this event helps 1,000 families every year.

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Photos by Dana Polson from the Bakersfield Toy Run Facebook page.  toy run decorations

 

 

 

 

 

 

            After the ride, there were booths, food, and a live band at the fairgrounds.  I just kept wandering around…and around…and around…  There were Bikers for Jesus and Hell’s Angels…  There were more tattoos, leather and testosterone in any one place than I’ve ever seen.  I was in romance writers heaven…didn’t…want…to…leave…..

             I can honestly say that this ride was probably the most spectacular and memorable thing I have ever done.  P.S. – I ride behind my own hunky guy with the American Legion Riders, Post 26.

 Ahmed and Glen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                     Ahmed   and    Glen

My two favorite leather-wearing, testosterone driven, motorcycle maniacs…

 

And for those of you who come here to see pictures of hunkalicious men – here’s one just for you.  This is model Angel Macho…more on him to come. Kellen-Angelo

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Twitter

So my friend set up a Twitter account, along with a Blog, and a Facebook page that only has three bits of information on it – my name, that I live in Bakersfield, and that I am married.  I also have a Domain name and a Web site under construction.  Now I just have to figure out what to do with all of this social media.  Please be patient, the learning curve is long and slow.

 

“Hey, guess what?”  I said to my husband.  “I have a twitter account.”

 “That’s nice.”  He responded.

 “Now I can twit.”

 “Tweet.”

 “Hmm, is that the past tense?”

 “Past tense of what?”

 “Is tweet the past tense of twit?”

 “No.  When you post to your Twitter account it’s called a tweet.”

 “How come if it’s a Twitter account it’s not a twit?”

 Stoney stare…

  

OK.  Moving on.  I have a friend that is blogging his book.  So I wonder if I could twit my book.  You are only allowed 140 characters per twit.  I figure at an average of five letters per word, that’s 28 words per twit.  But then you have to count spaces and punctuation, and all those quotations marks…I have a lot of dialogue in my book.  So if I subtract 15 characters/3 words for all that, I’m down to 25 words per twit.

 At 52,000 words I would need 2,080 twits to do the whole book.  OK.  So I can type 70 words per minute, more if spelling doesn’t count.  That means I could do say three twits a minute.  But you have to log in, send, and log out and that takes time.  So if I could type two twits a minute I would need only 1,040 minutes to twit my whole book.

 That many minutes is 17 and 1/3 hours…let’s just round that up to 18 hours.  I could twit my whole book in just three 6 hour days!

 Somehow the math doesn’t seem right…I’ve been working on this book for four years.  Of course I was out of commission for about two years, but still…. If I let my imagination go nonstop, I could be cranking out a book a week.

 

 

 There once was a woman named Marge

Who lived with her husband Sarge

And when she had twit

What she had writ

She felt like she was in charge.