July 4th Trip

Summertime….my absolute favorite season of the year.  Our July 4th trip: to see a bazillion uber-cool motorcycles at Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum in Birmingham, AL.   We couldn’t think of a better symbol of American freedom!

So Ron and I rode our bikes down to stay for a couple of days, lounge around the hotel pool, catch some in-room movies, and then…spend an entire day visiting the immense and carefully curated collection of bikes owned by the Barber empire.

The Building and the grounds are spectacular.  There are huge, metal sculptures inside and out and the landscaping is impeccable.  Wish I had more shots of the grounds but whew what a day!

You really have to see it to believe it.  To illustrate, here’s a life-sized car that looks like the Bat-mobile ON TOP of the glass elevator that spans 5 floors of sheer awesomeness. Look closely and you’ll see the multitude of bikes just in that area. (Click for larger images on any of the following pics).

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In fact, Ron found all but two of the many motorcycles he has owned.  The yellow one, for sure but who’s counting?  Here are a few random shots.  Hubby’s a Kawi man…

And, unassumingly nestled amongst the throngs, sits The LEGENDARY Vincent Black Shadow. (Cue the disturbingly alluring music and goose bumps.) Here I am trying not to touch it. (Click to look closely at the background and you’ll get a small idea of how massive the collection is.)

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It was quite a day.  But the staff wanted to go home so we had to call it a day  🙂

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Vincent Black Shadow tail light.

Hope you enjoyed.  Check out Barber for your own personal experiences:  www.barbermuseum.org.  Have a great summer!

SEE YOU NEXT TIME, CUBE’STERS!         Alice waving Barber reduced





The Three Alices: Beginnings…

We come upon a major milestone in our family; the 50th wedding anniversary of my Aunt “Jo” and Uncle Joe. 50 years; half a century, my lifetime. There are festivities afoot,my friends. But the planning of this celebration, like an archeological dig, results in the unearthing of histories: pictures, souvenirs, mementos. The artifacts of long forgotten memories and feelings held close to the chest. Things that happened, time that passed: this thing happened,then that one, then that one and well…that’s just the way life goes. And here we are.

I am a woman of definitives and humble beginnings. We live day to day and quickly learn it is not good to dwell. We move on because to survive we must. We learn that there are some things best left alone. But as we revisit this past as linear progression, as a chronological time line, I realize something startling: we’re doing it right now. It isn’t linear at all. It’s a spiral, a double helix, a mobius strip where time travel is not only possible it is unavoidable. DNA rich with the stuff from which we are made is constantly communicating, blending, weaving back and forth, recombining.* 

I can see my Nanny now, palms up, shrugging, head tilted and smiling at me with those kind, resigned eyes that said to me what her eighth grade education hadn’t prepared her to explain. Her gesture is now mine. I speak and I hear the echos of her voice.

And so I start where, really, one only can: my beginnings.

My Nanny – let us name her: Alice Josephine

Alice 3 or 4 yrs and Nanny in the living room

My surrogate mother – let us name her: Alice Joann

Alice baby on swing with Joann in Nanny's backyard

*New research has shown that during pregnancy mother and child share DNA. The child actually alters the mothers DNA. Nanny had my father, then she had my Aunt Joann. This means that my father and my Nanny shared DNA which was in turn shared with my Aunt Joann. Then I was born…mind baffling.

Now we know a mother and her baby have to be linked. Cell-based communication is essential for a healthy pregnancy.” http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/201303/the-you-in-me