Every year in the fall for one of my last rides of the year ( hunting season, snow comes early up here) I like to make a nice ride from Watertown thru the western Adirondack mountains starting out on NY Rt.3 heading east to Tupper lake ten south down Rt. 30 to Blue Mountain Museum. The museum is so great you can spend a whole day there, I then continue on Rt. 28 south west to Old Forge and over towards Boonville and head home on Rt 12 north back home riding alongside the Black River back home. One of the nice things about Watertown is that the mountains start only about 30 miles from my house. Come for a weekend sometime, plenty of places to stay and eat, you'll not be sorry.

Last week on a poker run for a local bartender with cancer, I heard a pretty funny joke at a comedy club stop. It was part of the fundraiser and thought I'd pass it on.

Warning if you don't have an open mind on jokes you might not want read it.

Joe wanted to buy a motorbike. He isn't having much
luck until, one day; he comes across a Harley with a
'For Sale' sign on it. The bike seems even better than
a new one, although it is 10 years old. It is shiny
and in absolute mint condition. He immediately buys
it, and asks the seller how he kept it in such great
condition for 10 years. "Well, it's quite simple,
really," says the seller, "whenever the bike is
outside and it's going to rain, rub Vaseline on the
chrome. It protects it from the rain." And he hands
Joe a jar of Vaseline.

That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over
to meet her parents. Naturally, they take the bike
there. But just before they enter the house, Sandra
stops him and says, "I have to tell you something
about my family before we go in. "When we eat dinner,
we don't talk. In fact, the first person who says
anything during dinner has to do the dishes. "No
problem," he says. And in they go.

Joe is shocked. Right smack in the middle of the
living room is a huge stack of dirty dishes. In the
kitchen is another huge stack of dishes. Piled up on
the stairs, in the corridor, everywhere he looks,
dirty dishes They sit down to dinner and, sure enough,
no one says a word.

As dinner progresses, Joe decides to take advantage of
the situation. So he leans over and kisses Sandra. No
one says a word. So he reaches over and fondles her
breasts. Still, nobody says a word. So he stands up,
grabs her, rips her clothes off, throws her on the
table, and has her right there, in front of her
parents. His girlfriend is a little flustered, her dad
is obviously livid, and her mom horrified when he sits
back down, but no one says a word.

He looks at her mom. "She's got a great body," he
thinks. So he grabs the mom, bends her over the dinner
table, and has his way with her every which way right
there on the dinner table. Now his girlfriend is
furious and her dad is boiling, but still, total
silence.

All of a sudden there is a loud clap of thunder, and
it starts to rain. Joe remembers his bike, so he pulls
the jar of Vaseline from his pocket.

Suddenly the father backs away from the table and
shouts,

"All right, that's enough, I'll do the f*cking dishes!"