Shootin the Breeze
Well, here we are....April already and any day now those of you that haven't
already started will be hittin the road
and ridin in the wind. When ya do, make sure you remember that the roads are
full of everything from leftover winter
road salt to cage drivers not used to seein scoots on the road....a very dangerous
time of year for us, dontcha think?
A few months ago I asked yall to reply to a poll on what ya might
carry in yer bags to a weekend event. From our thousands of members, I received 4,
[thats right FOUR] replies....One was from a couple, so that means 5, [thats
right FIVE] people took the time to respond.
Well, golly gee!!! That sure gave me a reality check! I thought
for sure one day I would get a Pulitzer for my journalistic ability. Maybe even a
deal from a major publishing company!
Now I find out that theres only 5, [thats right FIVE] people out there reading
and enjoying my labor.....Oh well, what the
Hell...Its been said ya really shouldnt be in ABATE for the glory, so for
those 5, [thats right FIVE] of you out there, heres this months offering of
blood from my heart and fingers [the rest of ya feelin guilty yet?].......
I once knew a couple named Dave and Trisha. They both worked and looked
forward each week to gettin on their scoots and hittin the road.
One Saturday morning they phoned me and asked if I wanted to cruise up North
to Lake Erie. Sure, why not? I
replied. How long we stayin?
Just for the afternoon.
So I grabbed my leathers and loaded my bags.
A little later they pulled in the drive as i stood in the garage, and I
couldn't believe my eyes! Dave painted his bike pink. Not kinda pink!
Im talkin Pepto by God Bismol pink! As they shut down and approached me,
I just kept lookin at Daves scoot and smiling.
||Thats a 90, right? Im building one just
like it. Course, its not pink...Ha ha.
No, its a 78.
But its an Evo!
ITS NOT PINK!!!!! yelled Dave.
Thats when Dave stood up and towered over the guy with a menacing look.
The poor guy still hadnt figured out what the Hell was goin on. Now, its
my firm belief that until ya know the other guy aint packin a gun, discretion
is the better part of valor, so I let the air out of the situation by crackin a joke
and calmin Dave down while the other guy left us with confusion written all over his
face. Before we left I saw Dave whispering to Trish, but didnt pay no mind
till we walked to our bikes and noticed him gettin on Trishs bike.
Her and I just smiled at each other as we rode home.
The next time I saw Daves bike it was painted black. Now those of you
who know me, or have been reading this column for a while know i drive a, well, raspberry
car.I inherited it from an ex wife. The main problem with it is the damn thing runs so
well, is way paid off,looks relatively new, runs on nothin and has over 100,000
miles on it. It also is a fact that ya really shouldnt change the color of a
car unless ya absolutely have to, cause of door jambs, inside the trunk under the
hood, etc. But a bike is a different thing.
|Whats so funny? he said with a scowl on his face.
Nothin. How ya doin Trish? Ya
see, she was smilin too.
Good Bum. How ya like Daves new paint job? Isnt it
Very cute. In fact its probably about the cutest Harley Ive ever
seen. I really like what youve done with it...What color would you call that
ITS NOT PINK!
I didnt say it was..In fact Id call it uh, well....What
would YOU call it Trish?
Definately not pink...Maybe sort of a rose blush.
Calm down Dave! OK...Its
raspberry....Did ya mix the paint yerself?
YES I DID, AND I USED THE RIGHT MIX TOO! Now, Dave is a pretty
big guy and I could see he was gettin kinda upset, so I urged us to hit the
Trish was ridin her black 78 Shovelhead and every time I looked at her
she was lookin at me and smiling so much I thought shed burst into laughter.
Every time I looked at Dave and saw that huge dude sittin on that uh, raspberry 90
Evo Id have to turn my head to keep him from seein me gigglin!
Once we got to the lake we found a bar/restaurant, pulled into the lot, shut
em down and went inside. We had just finished ordering when a coupla bikers walked
in and sat down at the bar. One walked up to Trish and said, Nice bike.