He was my ever faithful traveling companion, always in good spirits. Until tragedy befell...At a gas station in New Mexico, as I was settling the bill, kidnappers dragged him (screaming, I'm sure) off my bike, tossed his struggling little body in their van and drove off. No ransom demand ever came, no note, nothing. I never heard from him again, until I saw his webpage here on Aerostich and realized that he somehow had found his way home! Praise the Lord! Enclosing $8 to cover his travel costs back to me. (Posted on 1/3/13)
I have a couple of these that I use to cover my mirrors when the bike is not in use. They not only keep the mirrors clean, but, add a touch of humor that makes me smile every time i see them. Thanks! (Posted on 7/13/12)
Ahh, Mr. Happy's fabulousness is not exagerrated. He is always able to say what you wouldn't dream of. His humor as I left my place of former employment for a cross-country bike trip was so appropriate. He really enjoyed the trip and we spent many touching moments with a mug of coffee or beer gazing at new vistas. (Posted on 2/2/12)
I see that Mr. happy as the best one to turn to on the road when breakdown or trouble happens cause he is always there to show that no matter what it is never a reason to get down over it. Sort of a prozac you put on your hand. I got my friend one as well and cant wait for the next major road trip. (Posted on 11/4/11)
When I was at the Wheels through time museum in Maggy valley NC the nice girl at the counter stamped my hand with a smiley face to indicate that I had paid. Well I just could not resist whipping out Mr Happy and saying thank you! He liked the place so much (and the pretty girl too) he asked to stay to pass out happy stamps. If you ever pass through NC make sure to stop in and see him and the most amazing collection of motorcycles ever. (Posted on 9/10/11)
Mr. H is happy to be home after his release from the "facility." He's been my study companion for the PE (I passed the first time thanks to his kind words, crude guestures, and rude comments) and keeps me motivated at work while staring blankly at my five year old laptop, shooting rubber bands over the cube wall, and attempting to find the motivation to get a big boy job in Denver. Our new hot ginger bookkeeper thinks he's adorable and brought "us" a Cookie Monster cupcake for passing, but I know it's really for him and not me.
Together, Mr. H and I enjoy long walks on the beach, getting lost on our hammered KLRs, watching the yoga pants on the patio, sunsets, and listening to the great philosophers of our time including Mr. T, the Dropkicks, Tristan Prettyman, and Chris Whitley.
In summary, he's the manly man's manly man of action and there's nobody else I'd rather be in guts with. He's such and old soul he never even has to speak, he just knows what I'm thinking. We speak each other's unspoken language fluently... (Posted on 6/30/11)