FUCK!!
That's not very rock and roll. Barely 2 miles down the road and technical difficulties have derailed the Zen train and sent me back to the house to bang on the keyboard like a retarded code monkey. Ten minutes, a few keyboard strokes and some swearing that would make Sam Kinnison blush and I'm back on the road. The wind in my face, the sun on my skin and some two lane blacktop to soothe the nervous ticks and bitchy attitude that come with 60 hr work weeks.
Open road, old oaks and Spanish moss make dealing with all the jerkoffs at work possible. The weather is perfect. Low 80's, sunny and breezy. I head through Croom National Forest because it seemed like a good idea when I was plotting the route. The map clearly showed that the road cut right through the center of the forest. The road started out as a 2 lane blacktop. Then the center line disappeared. Then it got down to about 1.5 lanes. Then it turned to dirt. Shit. Everybody will tell you that I have a talent for finding dirt roads. Heavy cruiser style bikes aren't made for the dirt and tend to weave and act squirly when forced down these types of roads. I ordered Zen and I got a dirt road. The universal waitress screwed up the order again. When the universal waitress gives you lemons, break out the salt and tequila. I decided to go for it. It looked easy enough and it couldn't be that far.
Looking Back!!
Looking forward. Yeah, it could be that far. About 6 or 7 miles. But eventually it turned to blacktop.
I pulled into Floral City and headed for Shamrock's Irish Pub. The pub is about as Irish as I am, but it has good burgers and cold beer. The parking lot was pretty full, but I find an empty space and pull in. Before I have my kickstand down, a Harley pulls up uncomfortably close to me and a second one pulls in right next to her.
The guy gets off his bike and says "Did you see that asshole pull out in front of me?" The lady responds as she flicks down the kickstand and swings her leg over the bike. "Yeah, I saw you swerve to miss him too. I pulled up next to him and gave him some pipe!" She points to the shiny chrome aftermarket pipes on her bike. The proximity is close with all 3 of us parked in the same parking spot and I feel a bit uncomfortable until she looks at me and says, "My name's Jane and this is Bobby." She shakes my hand and Bobby gives a nod as he's lighting his cigarette. "Nice to meet you. "
I put my helmet on the sissy bar and walk into Shamrocks with Jane and Bobby.
Ciao Baby,
-s
2 comments:
I presume since you blogged this, you made it out alive! ha!
yeah, this was blogged from the infirmary in the floral city jail. SEND BAIL MONEY!!!!!
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