Slide show from various Adventures
Who is the Lario?
You're typical Lario could be a male or a location. Age range & population density will vary from one Lario to the next. Somehow I've become a late 40 something errrrr … make that 50 something, early 50 something… How in the world does something like that happen? Though I've been warned it would happen, and eventually expected this, still it all seems so sudden and too early coming.
My hair is salt 'n pepper and I've been told it's thinning on top. I can't see that so I don't worry about it. I need to loose weight and need to exercise more. I'd like to purchase a winning lottery ticket, but then I'd have to purchase a lottery ticket. I haven't really dated a lot lately, and offer no explanation.
In times past (and times present), I’ve been called a day dreamer. Perhaps I am. Sometimes I catch my self off in the distance, another time or place.
When I'm working on something, I can get so involved; that I become oblivious to everything else around me. If you talk to me while I’m in the zone, you’re not likely to get an immediate response. My mind can and will, however, catalogue the fact that someone is talking to me, an approximation of what they've said, and remind me to respond within' about 30 minutes. That will probably drive you crazy. It did one of my early grade school teachers because she wrote on my report card, "Larry lives in a dream world". Surely she meant that as a compliment!
Family
I was born at a very early age to my parents whom I love very much. The best thing they did for me was to bless me with two wonderful siblings, a brother and sister both of whom have familes of their own, providing me with one beautiful neice and four handsome nephews. More on family later.
Motorcycles !!!!
I dig ‘em and own 3, all are Moto Guzzis (of Italian Manufacture) and all run. Can a person ever have too many motorcycles? NO. Did you know that a motorcycle will turn an ordinary man into a mechanic. I’m living proof. When they break (and lord help me they will break), I do the repairs, mount new tires, fix flats, etc and will often curse violently while doing so. I'm into loooooong trips, lost highways, back roads, loaded to the gills with campin' equipment & such. My longest day on a bike, so far, is 1108 miles on a return trip from New MexUFO. Thank goodness for Rock Star Energy Drinks and Monkey Butt powder. That trip was on the Moto Guzzi Quota. The first year I owned that bike, I put over 23,000 miles on the odometer. Over 15,000 miles of that was on a single extended trip around the continental United States and western Canada. Nope, never made it to Alaska nor Tierra del Fuego (yet!), but I did camp out in the redwood forests in Northern California. Them some big ol' trees!
Work!!!
It doesn't go against my grain to work. After all it's necessary to earn a medium of exchange so that I can make daily trips to Walmart.
Work requires that I travel. I earn my keep much like a lawyer, off the misfortunes of others. As an insurance castastrophe adjuster, when a hurricane is threatening a coastal area, I'm heading that way. People whose homes have been damaged are happy to see me. It's interesting work because I get to meet alot of people and see up close all that stuff shown on TV, but the work is feast or famine.
When I work, I work really hard (it's almost nuts). The work is not regular, 8 to 5, forty hours a week. No... I look at damaged building from rooster dark thirty in the morning until the sun goes down. Then it's paperwork until my head hit's the keyboard, seven day's and nights a week.
When I play, I play hard too (see previously mentioned motorcycling) and when I relax, I'm comatose.
Other Interests
I also like fishin', acoustic guitar, music, museums, paintings, apple pie, fast cars, loose women, guns and poetry.