So, what do you do when I home town rider shows up where you are vacationing on their
My wind sister from Ohio, Nikki Dotson, was traveling through Arkansas on her way home from picking up her bike in Wyoming, where she left it last year. How Arkansas is some how "on the way home" to Ohio remains to be seen, but it worked out for the best. And she brought a long her riding buddy, Bob.
We hooked up at what I would guess is probably one of the most yuppie Harley Davidson dealerships this biker trash has ever walked into. Upstairs, they have a biker lounge, complete with a pool table and massage chairs, along with other stuff. A view of the sales floor is off the side in one direction and a view of their full mechanic shop is off the side of the other direction.
The folks working there were very nice and helpful, helping Bob set up his GPS on his foofoo dresser while Nikki and I actually figured the route via a cell phone (Nikki) and an Atlas (me, as in this old lady). After a quart of oil, we were off for a short ride before the two of them had to point their front wheel towards home.
And it would have been so much more comfortable had Bob's GPS not lured us onto an unmarked route that was sketchy, at best. Fortunately, for Bob's sake, we wound up finding a highway and were able to make our way to a late lunch, where we parted ways.
What a cool mix to my adventure, hooking up with Nikki and riding and hanging out for the day. Life is good.
Peace and Love all.
Bobbi
No comments:
Post a Comment