Friday, February 06, 2009

Daring to Dream

You might have gathered from a few of my posts that I am sick of Arizona. To be more accurate, I'm sick of Phoenix and have no real desire to live anywhere else in Arizona.

Instead, Lady Luck and I have been dreaming of living in Oregon for, oh, three years now. Last year we made it up there and realized the state was even better than we'd hoped. Right now we're in the countdown to no contractual obligation to stay in Arizona. And we're getting a little twitchy, if you know what I mean.

So, to elevate my mood, I decided to check and see what there was in the way of pizza in Yachats. I mean, why move somewhere if I don't know all the amenities, right? The last time I did that, I wound up in the stinking desert surrounded by people who don't know enough to ride all year long. [I know there are a few like-minded souls around here. This does not apply to them.]

Where was I? Oh, right, pizza near my current fantasy home.

There is no pizza parlor in Yachats.

The closest pizza joint, according to google maps, is in Waldport, OR. That's like ten minutes away. TEN MINUTES. I don't know about you, but ten minutes to pizza is ten minutes too long.

Now, a lesser man might run screaming from such a town, but I've realized it is my calling to bring pizza to Yachats. Yachats, prepare for ultimate pizza flavor.

In my imaginary pizza parlor, we will cater to the locals as well as the lucky tourists smart enough to call for motorcycle-delivered pizza. The walls of my pizza parlor will be covered with the darkest of wood panelling, and the booths will be the finest tufted red vinyl. We'll have a selection of Oregon's finest bottled beers, and pitchers of PBR will be a quarter with the order of a large pizza. The jukebox will be crammed with Dio, Elvis, George Thorogood, and other fine pizza music.

My God, it'll be beautiful.

So that's what I'm going to be dreaming about this weekend if I get distracted from motorcycles.


Baron's Life said...

While the desert nights could be cold in Arizona, you need to think about the amount of rain you gonna get in Oregon..granted, the scenery is excellent and laid back and beautiful with some nice country roads and I happen to love it...but it ain't for everyone.
As for the pizza parlor...I totally understand how you feel and dug this up for you. Have a look at it

Stacy said...

Oh Lord, does everyone know about Yachats now? It used to be a local secret.

Talk to Raindog before you leap.

Lady Ridesalot said...

Your Pizza Parlor idea sounds great! Sounds like they need a good pizza joint up there. Dreams can turn into reality. Good Luck Lucky!

Lucky said...

Baron - Seriously, after 6 years of sun, I could handle a LOT of rain.

Stacy - Nope, just us. We were smart enough to stop there on our trip up the coast. Hadn't known about it before hand, and didn't want to leave afterwards.

I will talk to this Raindog person, certainly. On the realistic side of things, I AM trying to research our next home base, and I know the reality of a place is different when one actually lives there.

Lady Ridesalot - Thanks! Be sure to stop by when I get it up and running.

Stacy said...

Aye, Yachats is one of our very favorite places in the entire world. Many good memories, good food, a marriage proposal... Good place to ride around, too.

If you get serious about pulling up stakes, look Raindog up on ADVRider. His family owns (owned?) an awesome little shop in town. But I think they sold the business recently and are thinking of moving to Stumptown. I'd be curious why.

Noam Sayin' said...

Might be easier using one of these

than bungy-ing a pizza to the back of your Triumph.

I think it would go a little like this:

Lucky said...

Noam - That's pretty cool, but I expect my experience will be more like this (only with pizza in the sidecar):