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(posted to r.m.h. on Jan 23, 2002)
SSSHHHHH.... Everyone be vewy kwiet, I just put the old guy ni-night O.K., I am just kidding, Preacher isn't that old (he just looks like it). O.K.! Just kidding again! Now he is really gonna kick my ass the next time he sees me (if he can catch me)! Again just kidding! Come on folks, gimme a break. It's all in fun. And so was the ride we took today. We met up at 10:30am in Prunetuckey and headed north towards Santa Cruz via SR1 (see how I thought tmgs was out here?). We rode to the county courthouse (no we didn't need a blood test or nothin) I had to file a civil court paper for my lawyer (since I was goin that way....ya know how lawyers are). Then we headed back south through Santa Cruz to Papa Joe's Tattoo to get some ink. Well, my old slow healing ass wasn't healed enough to continue what Papa Joe started and Mr. Preacher forgot his art, sooooo no ink :( When all else fails, EAT! So we did. We rode east across town to Jalapeno's Taqeria and grabbed a bite. We also ate lunch there (damned cookarochas). Since the eats were across the street from the loco HD stealer, we walked across the street and laughed at the sticker prices for a while. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, we were accompanied by a local brother who uses the handle "Doc". He suggested we ride down to another local bike shop who does custom work (CCC or Central Coast Cycles). We chewed the fat with Jon at the shop for quite awhile, discussing things like Dyno-Tune 250's and shit that is way over my head like that. In other words Preacher and Jon spoke some foreign language while drooled over the custom bikes and tried not to look too stoopid. We caught them as they were doing a photo shoot on a couple of their custom bikes (or at least some guy was taking pictures of them). From there, we went back to Papa Joe's and shot the shit for a while longer, and before you ya know it, the clock said 5:00 o'clock! So after quietly wondering to myself how the clock learned how to speak english, we hit SR1 south on the way back home. After trying to keep up with Preacher's 90 mph lane splitting, I was sure glad to see Tierra Firma. Well, the Prunetuckey exit anyway. I followed my new friend near his home, said our goodbyes and got my own tired ass home around 6:30pm. All bullshit aside, this is one amazing individual. Having undergone back/neck surgery not *that* long ago and out riding again? He is a true biker in every sense of the word, and more of a man than me. I would be home flat *on* my back had I been through what he has. And, he is even a pretty cool person too. I had a real fun time today, and hope I get to ride with Preacher again soon. I may even get to ride some of you guys soon. I am not sure if this is a slimed Story or not, mainly because I don't know what "slimed" means in here and because I didn't ask. So I hope my newbies aren't showing again. And let me take this opportunity to scold tmgs for the SherrillT thing, BAD tmgs! BAD tmgs! Man, oh man. And I fell for it too.
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