Dad here; the dream of having a sidecar predates Charlie by a few years; it all started when we got involved with Special Olympics. Every May we join hundreds of other motorcyclists in a ride to Searcy, AR to celebrate the opning ceremonies of the Summer Games; everyone lines their bikes up in two long rows and the special athletes march the gauntlet of revving engines and cheering crowds en route to their seats in…

a new world was opened to me yesterday... Saturday's sunrise broke bright and clear over the Casa to find dad outside working on some project; the acrid smell of Krylon and the whine of a Dremel filling the garage. I wasn't until I saw him start ziptie-ing the contraption to the luggage rack of his DR650 that I realized that this was for me, to allow me to hit the road outside of the confines…

My favorite line from Lonesome Dove; "it's hard to have a fun in a place like this, but I do my best"; words to live by... Dad and the rest of the inmates of the Casa Del Whackos could watch this every day. "Go on, pigs! You ain't gettin' no biscuits!" https://www.facebook.com/834660603299495/videos/892787524153469/

This. Behind this terminally cute face lies the calculating mind of diabolical megalomaniac; she appears to have brought the wardens and the rest of the inmates under her spell, but I, Charlie Bravo, MD, PH D, QOTC, refuse to be convinced that she doesn't have her own designs on global conquest. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree; does no one else remember that her very conception was not exactly immaculate? Or the lengths…

And now back we go to "normalcy", dad back to work, and me to hanging out making my plans for world domination; I have to admit that I feel some of the twinges of dread that I don't seem to experience when out on the road. In moments of self doubt, I have to wonder; is all this talk of leaving my crate just so much hypocrisy? Although I'm the same dog in the Ozarks…