B-Town!

So, I have officially made the first leg of my journey and flew from Venice to Boston last week. I arrived into the airport in a great mood, only to discover that after all the kind words I have given to my fellow Americans regarding the French, their food, women, ski resorts, etc., Air France lost my baggage. Oh, and that was after they charged me 100 Euro for overweight baggage. Stupid fucking French.
My first few days in Boston were great, but the whole jet-lag thing made it a bit rough. My host here in Boston, an old friend whom I used to work with, has been a great host. He works for one of the large financial services firms here in Boston, and we have been meeting up for lunch. This has re-introduced me to all sorts of great American things that Europe just doesn't seem to do as well, such as burgers, ice-cold beer, Reuben sandwiches, and oh, American women. After being in Europe for all these years and being around the exotic beauties of places like Slovenia, Czech Republic, Germany, Swiss and the variety that they can bring to you, I was a bit apprehensive about the American woman. However, I am being pleasantly surprised here in Boston. Whether we are in sports bars, clubs or lounges, the women have been great. We were in the Liberty hotel last Friday at one of the lounges there and one woman even asked if she could give me her number...this would definitely never happen in Europe...score one American woman.
Now, for the motorcycle, well, that has been a pain. If I were to do it over again, I would just buy one here in the states instead of ordering it from Europe and having it shipped. Even though I paid for the thing a month ago, and back in August when I ordered it I was assured I could pick it up in Baltimore by 15 Nov, it finally was delivered to the shipping company today. That doesn't mean it has been shipped mind you...just delivered to the company. Tack on at least 10 days to cross the Atlantic, 1-3 days in the port for customs, and I might not make it to Alabama for T-day...this is just kinda pissing me off. To turn back the clock a bit, I had an acquaintance who asked to stay with me for a week or so. This turned into 6 weeks, and he was an unappreciative dick-weed. Well, he ended up being a car dealer. So, I have had to remind myself that if Mike Duran can be a car dealer, and he is completly incompetent, then chances are, my dealer for the motorcycle could also be completly incompetent. This idea was solidified when he asked me to confirm which port to send the bike to a few days ago. He thought it was California. I promptly sent him the email and form I had sent him two months ago listing Baltimore. So, word of advice, don't bother ordering motorcycles from Bavarian Motor Works if you are wanting to get it promptly or are relying on it being delivered somewhere on time.
On a positive note, I passed my motorcycle safety class this weekend. I should have my Alaska license in about a week.
KP