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November 28, 2008
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JUST GOT BACK FROM A RIDE DOWN THE COAST. ROLLED DOWN TO CAPE CANAVERAL, PASSED THE SPACE CENTER,  THE CRUISE AND GAMBLING SHIPS, THE BEACHES AND THE FLATS. THE TRIP IF YOU TAKE YOUR TIME IS ABOUT AN HOUR EACH WAY. BUT, ON THIS TRIP THE TIME REALLY PASTED QUICKLY. IT WAS A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE.
I SOLD OL BAD TODAY....
BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT FOR AWHILE BUT WOULDNT SELL HIM TO JUST ANYONE. NO ROOKIES OR PROSPECTS. NO FIRST BIKE BUYERS. NO YOUNGUNS. FINALLY GOT AN OFFER FROM A MATURE LONG TIME RIDER. SOMEONE WHO KNOWS HOW TO TREAT AND CARE FOR HIM.
THE RIDE WAS REALLY SPECIAL TO ME. THOUGHT ABOUT ALL THE FUN WE HAD TOGETHER. THE ONE TRIP TO STURGIS, THE TRIPS BACK AND FORTH FROM THE TENNESSEE HOUSE, NEW ORLEANS, GEORGIA AND CAROLINA COASTS. REMEMBERED ALL THE RUNS AND RALLEY'S WE DID; POKER RUNS, CHARITY RUNS, VACATION RUNS... ALL THE BAR-B Q'S, MUSIC CONCERTS... HUNDREDS OF BARS. THOUGHT ABOUT MY FRIENDS, MY RIDING BROTHERS, AND OF COURSE THE OL LADIES
( AND THE YOUNG LADIES ).
THOUGHT ABOUT THE FEELINGS I WOULD GET WHEN I STRADDLED UP, STARTED UP, BURNED OUT. THE FEEL OF THE ENGINE, THAT BIG POWERFULL THROBE, THE ANTICIPATED GEAR SHIFTS, THE VIBRATIONS... BREEZE IN YOUR FACE, MOISTURE FROM THE MISTS IN THE EARLY MORNINGS OR MOUNTAIN RIDES. THE SMELL OF THE GAS AND RUBBER... THE SWEAT FROM THE HEAT OF THE ENGINE AND HOT SUMMER SUN.
KNOWING THAT MOST OF THE PEOPLE YOU WERE PASSING ON 95, OR 75, OR THE 10 FREEWAYS WOULD LIKE TO BE SEATED WHERE IM SITTING.
 THAT BAD BOY BIKER LOOK, THE LEATHERS, RIDING GLOVES, BANDANNAS, SILVER AND TOURQUOISE JEWELRY. THE TATS IF THATS WHAT YOUR IN TO... BEING IN BUSINESS I STAYED AWAY FROM THAT... WHAT THE HELL, MAYBE I'LL TRY ONE NOW.
WHAT I WILL MISS THE MOST AND HAVE THE FONDEST MEMORIES OF ARE THE LADIES... BAD ATTRACTED ATTENTION, AND SO DID I SINCE I WAS ALLWAYS THE BIGGEST PERSON IN THE CROWD... I LOVED TO RIDE THE LADIES, EVEN IF IT WAS JUST A RIDE AROUND THE BLOCK. YA GOTTA HOLD ON AFTER ALL. THEN THERE WERE THOSE  WOMEN THAT I MET THROUGH BAD AND THEY BECAME THOSE SPECIAL FRIENDS. THE FEEL OF THIER ARMS ANG LEGS WRAPPED AROUND ME. SHARING THE RIDE , THE TRIP, THE EXPERIENCE, THE FUN.
YEAH, BAD AND I HAD FUN... LOTS AND LOTS OF FUN... NEVER WRECKED HIM... NEVER LAID HIM DOWN. OLD ENOUGH AND MATURE ENOUGH TO RIDE RIGHT, AND BE SAFE, RESPONSIBLE.
SO TOMARROW, I'LL CLEAN HIM UP, POLISH HIM AND HIS CHROME, SADDLE SOAP THE LEATHER... PACK UP THE THINGS HE'S GOING TO TAKE WITH HIM. MAKE SURE EVERYTHING WORKS. HOPE HIS NEW OWNER LOVES HIM AND TAKES CARE OF HIM AS WELL AS I DID...
BUT I DO HAVE MY EYE ON A NICE BOSS HAWG AT THE SHOP, AND A COUPLE OF CHOPPERS THAT SOME OF THE FABRICATORS HAVE ON THIER FLOORS... WHO KNOWS, MAYBE ITS TIME TO LOOK AT A TRIKE.
SO ITS OUT WITH THE OLD AND IN WITH THE NEW... THAT IS AS SOON AS I CAN FIND EXCATLY WHAT I WANT...

SO LONG BRO, RIDE FREE, RIDE SAFE, RIDE HAPPY, NEVER TAKE NOTHING FROM NOBODY... I LOVE YOU, AND I'LL MISS YOU.

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