When I woke up, my head was pounding. I climbed out of my sleeping bag, unzipped the tent, and emerged into the morning air. Ross was sitting at the table. “Hey, how did you make out last night with that girl?” I asked him. His broad smile told the entire story. “I feel like shit. I could use a beer, hair of the dog,” he said.
A Miata! Shit you had a mid life crisis! Great short story…enjoyed it. So Bill’s brother’s bike wasn’t a complete piece of shit aye? “You meet the nicest people on a Honda!”
A fine adventure, Scott! And even though the fluke of getting your sweatshirt caught in your chain was never going to happen again, I understand why you gave up riding. I am happy you were able to continue on your unscripted journeys in the Miata - and with the best kind of companion. I am sure those trips established a deep bond with your daughter. I loved the description of the makeshift gas station - bar and the toothless bartender. I was sitting right there on the stool next to you drinking a beer - but I did not ride on the back of your motorcycle. I could survive a fall off of a bar stool, but off a motorcycle?
A Miata! Shit you had a mid life crisis! Great short story…enjoyed it. So Bill’s brother’s bike wasn’t a complete piece of shit aye? “You meet the nicest people on a Honda!”
A fine adventure, Scott! And even though the fluke of getting your sweatshirt caught in your chain was never going to happen again, I understand why you gave up riding. I am happy you were able to continue on your unscripted journeys in the Miata - and with the best kind of companion. I am sure those trips established a deep bond with your daughter. I loved the description of the makeshift gas station - bar and the toothless bartender. I was sitting right there on the stool next to you drinking a beer - but I did not ride on the back of your motorcycle. I could survive a fall off of a bar stool, but off a motorcycle?