{"id":871,"date":"2010-07-20T04:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-07-20T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=871"},"modified":"2016-05-11T11:03:23","modified_gmt":"2016-05-11T15:03:23","slug":"it-must-be-nice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=871","title":{"rendered":"It Must Be Nice"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">I had a number of errands to run yesterday and consolidated the visits to stores along a busy roadway, &#8220;the pike.&#8221;  I was riding my Harley, as usual, on a warm summer&#8217;s day.<\/p>\n<p>I was dressed in typical &#8220;biker attire&#8221; &#8212; Wrangler jeans, Chippewa engineer boots (pants over), and a Harley t-shirt.  It was way too hot to wear leather (other than my boots.)<\/p>\n<p>One of the things I was doing was making sure that changes I had made to the bike all worked.  I was given a gift card from my former employer, and decided to buy a back rest for my Harley with it.  I installed the back rest on Sunday, and it works great.  I also relocated my GPS, and found a way to connect its audio output to the bike&#8217;s audio input for my CB radio, which connects to two little speakers inside my helmet.  So now I can hear the GPS-lady yelling, &#8220;recalculating&#8221; as I make (yet) another wrong turn. LOL!<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I pulled into a parking lot at a store and parked.  A guy about my age was getting into a panel truck that was parked in the space next to me.<\/p>\n<p>He looked at my bike, and said, &#8220;it must be nice.&#8221;  I didn&#8217;t say anything, and he continued, &#8220;you guys here in [snoburbia] have it all &#8212; time off during the day to ride your big-ass Harley wherever you please.  It must be nice.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He wasn&#8217;t the kind of guy with whom to get into a discussion.  It was obvious from the tone of his voice that he was jealous, or at least unhappy, that he had to work and drive an old beat-up truck and I show up on my nice shiny Harley.<\/p>\n<p>Well, you know, I <i>worked<\/i> for my bike.  Every penny I paid for it was earned by my own work.  I didn&#8217;t take out a loan.  I saved for years to have enough money to pay cash for the bike when I was ready to get it.  So yeah, it IS nice, but is the fruit of my labors.  I don&#8217;t travel (for fun), I don&#8217;t even go on vacations.  I don&#8217;t eat out.  I am really rather conservative with my cash.  Even though right now I am &#8220;between jobs,&#8221; I have saved sufficiently to live my usual life.  I don&#8217;t depend on my partner to cover my share of our expenses while I&#8217;m not working.  I saved, invested, and have carefully managed my money.<\/p>\n<p>I realize that this guy probably has worked hard all of his life, too, and may have kids to feed and a mortgage to pay and taxes and bills, etc., etc.  I have expenses too.  I&#8217;ve been fortunate to plan and to save and to be financially prudent so I can have at least one &#8220;thing&#8221; that cost a fair amount of money.  Okay, so be it.  &#8220;It must be nice.&#8221;  Yep.<\/p>\n<p>Life is short:  enjoy the fruits of your labor.<br \/><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a number of errands to run yesterday and consolidated the visits to stores along a busy roadway, &#8220;the pike.&#8221; I was riding my Harley, as usual, on a warm summer&#8217;s day. 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