Hinds performance

Interesting and somewhat fun fact: there are two shops I have located through the magic of the Internet called Hinds Performance. One is a motorcycle shop in Ohio, and the other is a motorcycle repair shop in Oklahoma. As it turns out, the Oklahoma shop is very friendly over Facebook.

I found them on there and hit the message button, then I explained that my dad, Mark Hinds, is a bike guy. I was trying to get my hands on a logo t-shirt for his birthday, which is all the way in May. Heck, it was worth a shot, right?

I briefly explained that my dad's garage had been the Hinds motorcycle repair shop since before I was born. 

The person who wrote back (in about a minute) wanted to send a t-shirt right away, not wanting any money, because he said it would be worth it for the story. 

So that's it. Dad should be expecting a package on the porch containing a t-shirt from the Hinds Performance motorcycle repair shop up in Oklahoma. He will, I'm sure, wear it with great pride. 

With that done, I decided to do the next logical thing- tell my mother that there would be an unexplained delivery on the porch soon. Somehow, I decided that was the opening volley necessary to invite myself over for dinner. 

While I was there, the sun decided to make its first appearance in a long time, and I went for a walk around the neighborhood with dad. I guess that was another form of Hinds performance. We managed to walk past a neighborhood oddity- the person with the strange animal and human figurine, fountain and disco ball collection out in the backyard. Here you go: 

And just when you think that's the weirdest thing you may encounter, the next street over housed the victims of a poorly executed toilet papering job:

Pretty weak tp-ing, if you ask me. 

Mom did not disappoint. She made an Asian-seasoned pork tenderloin and a chocolate cake. I brought over a bottle of wine and a very fancy Godiva chocolate bar. It was a nice way to spend a day of my spring break, and I was totally fine with the day off of girlfriend-ing. I did talk with Cas as I was driving home, and he had a pretty good day, too. Sometimes, I guess, I just need a day to walk around with my dad and drink wine with my mom, and he just needs a day to get a haircut and do some laundry.