Monday, January 24, 2011  Cinnamon rolls and sporting goods.
Sometimes you just get hungry for something. When you have a
little sunshine peeking out between the clouds and a motorcycle
it doesn't matter if that certain something is an hour away. So
we set out to satisfy the cravings. Riding and eating. What more
could you want?  Katie and I were hungry for cinnamon rolls. We
tried the frozen kind you bake yourself. No good. I could have
made some but that would mean being inside all afternoon. Why do
that when you can ride a motorcycle to a place that makes good
rolls? Not just any place, mind you? We were after Cinnabon
rolls. Valley River Center in Eugene has the only one I know of
within 50 miles of us.  We got our rolls. As the true prince I
am, I gave Katie the heart of mine. The really gooey, sweet
part. Have to pamper a wonderful partner, you know.  Anyway,
this really isn't about the cinnamon rolls even though I'm quite
enjoying the memory. This is a follow-up to a previous
conversation. Where in Sp