I had a strange occurance. My erstwhile companion from Missizzippi decides we must attend the Saturday meet at Smileys (yea, ancient history, but my computer/online gear has been tits up awhile, till today as a matter of fact).

I leave Biloxi and head over to the palindrome palace after work and pick up my partner., Steve Reyer The plan is to head over to Pensacola, then get on up at 0330 in the AM so's we arrive at Smileys on time (a change for me I might add).

We leave Gautier (pronounced Goshaye) Missi-zzippi, get on the interstate and start to roll through semi-heavy traffic. I pull ahead to get around some trucks and see Steve pull over to the sghoulder in my rear view. I yank and bank over to the shoulder, then take my bike Mike through the grass by a rest area to double back to see what's up.

So there's Steve, in the median between eastbound and westbound I-10 picking up his tent which blew off his t-bag. He's looking right, just waiting for a break in traffic so he can run back to Bianca waiting patiently on the shoulder. I'm laughing cause I know how funny this is gonna be, watching Steve hotfoot it back across traffic with Semi's, ryder rental trucks and Miss-zzippi drivers doing the speed rush boggie to get home from work.

Oh goody, a break in traffic! Steve is off and running.. The local drivers see him and you can see them floor it in an attempt to run him down. Damn pedestrians in the road anyhow. Now steve is wearing this fucking cowl looking foul weather gear on his head cause it's cold outside. It's flapping in the breeze and he's got this fucked up looking smashed in cigar hanging out of his mouth belching smoke. He's doing this goose-step go fast elongated run with a hint of panic in it. Very funny! He makes it across, horns blaring, people flipping the bird, etc and I'm in stitches. He looks at me and says, "aw, the tents just fine". I'm thinking to myself, where's the video camera when you really need it.. I just know we are gonna have some fun on this ride.

I take Steve through some cool backroads in route to P-cola, a nice long sweeper with no traffic and it's a two laner, yeehawww around the curve, triple digits and the road looks so much cooler, kinda narrower when your up at warp speed. I down shift after the turn in the straight away and watch Steve come on around. Bianca is cranking into the corner and it looked fucking cool as Steve snapped her back upright after the turn.

We make it to my house and then it gets ugly. My riding buddy, my Pal, fucking SLIMES me in my own goddamn house, drinking my beer while we eat Chinese food from the Texaco station down the road (I love the South, whoever heard of Chinese take out at a gas station?). So I have this trail of green shit oozing all over in the house, in my favorite chair, hell, even on the "throne".

Thanks _Pal_

Tony D aka "Pecos Bill"
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