Went to the little store where I go every morning for my coffee to support our Troops. They had all sorts of goodies! I had three fantastic hot dogs with mustard, onion and chili. I washed it down with a diet coke and had banana pudding for desert. Of course I ate biker style, sitting on my Harley all laid back and comfy. The girls of the store told me to get off and sit at a table in the shade, but there was just something so awesome about sitting on the Harley. It reminded me of my childhood as I watched the Pagans MC party on the weekends. I saw people sitting on their bikes all regal like and then the next morning I would see some alseep or passed out on those wicked machines they rode.
The girls at the store did not recoginise me at first as I was in street clothes. At work I wear a blue uniform and badge, today it was a Harley t-shirt, jeans, combat boots and my hair was down and I was wearing a dew rag (bandanna) tied on my head. They were all so happy to see me and they were a delight to see as they all had on such short shorts and they all have very, very nice legs and bodies. They are super sweet too. They make an old man feel good by just talking to me and paying attention to me. It feels so good to have some one just listen to you, I mean really hear you.
Once I finished my meal I said my good byes and talked to a few young guys that stood admiring my bike. They asked how many CC’s the engine was and told them it is an 88 cubic inch Twin Cam, I think they swooned a bit! Then I fired up the ol’ girl and off we went heading down to Georgia.
I rolled thru downtown to take in the sights of girls in minimal clothing, the order of the day in summer.
Then I rolled back on the throttle and sped off to meet me M.I.L.
Her Uncle had won a contest at his local Waffle House, and he had the opportunity to fed up to 200 people on hashbrowns and waffles, as much as we wanted! I had one waffle and got an order of hashbrowns with everything ‘cept the kitchen sink. The hashbrowns went home with my M.I.L. she will have those for her dinner tonight. We had a good time hanging out and of course talking about Debbie. She is rather pissed about her sudden recovery to run off with her friend. It feels good to have M.I.L. on my side. She is a good Lady and I call her Mom. She has shown me more love and respect in the last 11 years than my biologic ever did in over 50 years.
Oh yes, Uncle Johnny as we call him, also won a Juke Box filled with music! There were free gifts for everyone. It was a very nice time. But the clouds start building and I was a long ride from home.
I still consider myself green and do not travel the Interstates, so I traveled the back roads home. I mean most of them have Interstate speed limits and little traffic so I do run 60 - 70 mph. Eventually I will have to get up on the Interstate so I can travel like I want. I am looking at patterns for saddle bags to make for my bike and am looking at an old school sissy bar to secure a duffle bag to so I can load up and travel on my bike. I want to do the complete Blue Ridge Parkway and The Skyline Drive. I want to camp and fish, spend like a week or two up there. I used to live about 10 minutes form the Blue Ridge Parkway, hell I could see the spur that came into town, from my bedroom window. I miss the Parkway, it was my hang out.
I rolled out Route 41 from Georgia into Tennessee, cutting into town for one last look at the girls before heading north out of town towards my house.
I started getting very tired so I stopped at a convenience store for a soft drink. As I pulled into a parking spot two young men came over and drooled over my bike asking if it was ‘02 Duce and I said no, she is an ‘03 100th Anniversay Night Train. They squealed in delight and said they loved my bike. I glowed.
I sat on the curb and sipped my Coke, dug out a Hydrocodone and popped it. I sat there drinking slowly till I felt the euphoria wash over me like a warm summers tide rolling up on the beach. I finished the drink, hopped on my bike to make the next stop.
I only buy fuel at one place as they sell pure gasoline, no methenol. While fueling up, as I had burnt out over half a tank this morning a fellow come overs to admire my bike and talk. His first was a ‘48 Pan Head! Then he had a Police Bike and something else, this cat had some sweet rides in his day, but now he wants a trike as he said he is old and lazy. One day this old man will be on a trike too, but Annie Bell will still be in the stable as I shall never, every part with my first Harley, the Harley of my dreams.
After our parting words and a wave I fired her up and zipped back out on the road for the final stretch home.
Now she is parked out front. Her chrome is gleaming, her paint sparkling. I love my bike!
Now off to the grocery for something for dinner.
I hope everyone has had a great day like I have.
One last thing....
At the Waffle House event I was making long pours of syrup on my waffle, actually making a spectacle of myself, but having fun. A gentleman with a camera walks up and identifies himslef as a reporter from the Times Free Press and asked to take my photograph as I poured the syrup.
So maybe I will be in tomorrow paper!!!! Lets hope so!!
Have a blessed and glorious evening. I bid you peace.
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