318 Cubic Inches, 750 CC's, 24 Ft?
They all add up to fun.
"Maggie, somewhere in Texas enroute
to San Antonio."
"Maggie, The Dodge and
The Mobile Command Post"
The Dodge and I have been around the
block. Five or six years and one hundred
thousand miles worth.
Last Spring I bought the little trailer.
24' of self sufficiency. It was a cozy spot.
Sure, after a while it felt a touch tight.
Cramped even. But, it was paid for. All
mine.
When The Architect got his new Harley
Maggie became a Legacy.
Last 4th of July weekend I left the OKAY
City with a one way plane ticket.
(Man, the whole idea of a one way ticket
out of there felt great!)
When I threw my leg over her and hit the
button it was "Love At First Feel".
Rolling out of the driveway, of course,
"Back In Black" pounded in my head.
It HAD been toooooooo long and I was
damn glad to be back in the saddle.
I hadn't owned a 'bike in nearly 20 years.
The Architect was, understandably,
nervous. He DID put me through my
paces.
As we rode, he instructed, advised and
critiqued.
As he did, I thought about some of the
crazy shit I had done on a 'bike in
the past.
That Saturday we rode up to Gruene Hall.
I knew I had graduated when he bought
the first round.
Three days later, 480 miles. Cruisin'
and grinning. (Despite the destination.
The OKAY City.)
I made that round trip a couple of more
times and racked up a few thousand
miles all in all.
Now, 2009 has been one long road trip.
The Mobile Command Post wears a "For
Sale" sign.
My beloved Dodge is sold and gone.
Maggie is waiting for me to come a
ridin' until it's time for The Preacher
or The Master SGT to saddle up for a
turn.
Soon life will be all about catching
flights, hotels n motels, rental cars and
working from site to site.
YEAH!
Now THAT'S livin'!!!
