I didn’t think this would be my last motorcycle trip when I planned it. It almost killed me. If it had, I wouldn’t be telling you this story—Ross would. Starting my senior year of high school, each summer Ross and I took a motorcycle trip some place for a week. Our rule was we couldn’t pay for a place to sleep. We would find somewhere out in the woods, in some field, anywhere we could set up camp for free. It was a carefree time and I looked forward to the trip each summer.
Excellent story! I wonder when we stop saying “smoked filled room”…or do we set up the years of story and hope reader is smart enough…just don’t people even considered a bar/night club/speakeasy/etc…not being smoked filled. I guess this will change when people no longer remember smoking in public….
I like it! You’ve got a few years on me, but the vibe of when you were out riding feels about like my own adventures on a bike (bicycle, that is).
Excellent story! I wonder when we stop saying “smoked filled room”…or do we set up the years of story and hope reader is smart enough…just don’t people even considered a bar/night club/speakeasy/etc…not being smoked filled. I guess this will change when people no longer remember smoking in public….