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July 21-30, 2004
I remember not too long ago, one of our bigger decisions before a long trip was one pair of jeans or two. If it was just gonna be me alone, well, then one pair was fine. If Kim comes along - better bring an extra pair. Ya see, women have this problem with us guys smelling like we've been in the same pair of jeans for a week. And it's not just how many jeans - ya gotta wear jeans without holes in 'em, too.
So there I was two days before the ride and we're arguing over 4 or 5 pair. It's a friggin 10 day ride and she's packin' 5 pair of jeans! Can ya spell LAUDROMAT? Well, I suppose it IS my fault - went and got that lil' old trailer, and now she packs like she was in a car. So... beings I've been married to her for 27 years, there's only one thing I could say to her... "Yes Dear - I'll find room for it." Fact is, there's plenty of room for whatever she wanted to bring. I just wanna make sure I get the points for makin' it happen.
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This year Kim and I hauled-ass up I-95, past all the familiar stuff I've been riding in for the past many years, and drove straight through to Philly for the night, where my step-sister lives with her husband and kids. I'm all for riding everyplaceya go, but 8 hours on the bike on the Interstate or two days on the same ol' back roads - both ways - wasn't part of my plan this year. Just north of the city and on the edge of the woods is where I want to start this trip, and 8 hours after leaving home, right around mid-afternoon, we pulled into their cul-de-sac and surprised my Step-sister Vickie - seems her husband didn't mention we were staying the night.
OK, so maybe it was my fault - I changed the dates of our arrival a couple times and MAYBE failed to mention we were gonna crash there, but we quickly got over that - unloaded the bike, yanked Lil'Mut out of the back seat, loaded her up for an early morning departure and immediately went out to dinner where we could get copious quantities of Margaritas.
There's a large difference between taverns when it comes to Maragritas. I make 'em the simple old-fashioned way - two parts good Tequilla, one part Cointreau, and one part fresh-squeezed Lime Juice - over ice, skip the silly salt shit. It seems everybody does it their own way, but the common ingredient seems to be Tequilla - and I'm OK with that.
I know this might offend the purists out there, who shudder at the thought of hauling anyplace. I'll confess to looking sideways at the haulers who go to Daytona with tags from South Carolina, but the older I get the more I just don't give a damn. Not about if you do or what you think if I do. So haul away - I generally ride most everyplace, but given the opportunity of two long bike-hauling days on the Interstate in the car talking to my wife (as it turned out DRY as well) then I'll take that anyday if it makes the ol' lady happy.
Obviously, not too many picture opportunities today - after dinner at the cantina, we sat on Vickie and Jay's back porch tellin stories and lies and trying to convince him to get a bike by next trip. I think it might work, too.
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