Road Trip to Wisconsin

Did someone say “ROADTRIP” Oh Yes They Did !!!

The Pig is now out living free on the road once again. The other day, Ray told me he had to drive to some town to pick up a piece of equipment. Great, I just love getting out of town on the bike. I was gently informed that the bike was not being ridden and that I had to stay behind. I insisted to him I wanted to go but he just said no. Dejected, I had to accept his answer. It meant no ride trip, no nasty fart producing fast food and no looking into the car next to you for hot women. (It also meant that Stacey would be making me sleep outside to.) That was until I heard just where he was going. He said he just was going to a town called Manitowoc Wisconsin. Which is just 2 short hours north of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Do you all know what is in Milwaukee? Do you know?That's right my little buttercups, Milwaukee is the home town of Harley Davidson Motorcycles. Just how in the hell does Ray think he is going to drive by the home of Harley Davidson and NOT take me.

“Ray, I want to go”.

“No Pig”.

“Yes Ray, I'm going with you”

“No Pig, you are NOT”

This same type of request and refusal has happened so many times before. I never understand why Ray just doesn't just let me go. I will go if I want to. Ray then used a new line on me I was not prepared for.

“Pig, I need you to stay here and work around the shop. We have several things that need to be taken care of while I am gone”.

Dammit, how do I get around that one?

“Fine, I'll stay here,” Thinking of how I will pay him back real good.

Friday came and the time to leave was at hand, Ray kissed Stacey bye and headed out the door. I, on the other hand, was not present for all the fair wells, I was nowhere to be found. Ray jumped in the truck and headed down the road. He went over to the shop to pick up some guy (Sergio)who was going with him. The two of them headed out of San Antonio up I 35 towards Austin. It was around the north side of Austin when I came out from under Ray's jacket he keeps on the backseat and sat up looking out the window. It was a little while later when Sergio reached to the backseat to get a soda out of his cooler. He looked at me and turned around. A few seconds later he turned back and looked at me then turned back to the front.

“Hey Ray, did you know that there is a pig sitting on the backseat?”

“WHAT”?

“There's a pig on the backseat”.

“PIG, WHAT THE.......Why are you here, I told you to stay home.

I explained to Ray that I was going no matter what. He stewed over it for a few minutes then he finally let it go.

Sergio leaned back and introduced himself to me as we shook hands. Cool, now we all can get along. We cleared out past the traffic and Ray laid the hammer down to start making some good time.

We continued on through Dallas before we stopped for some dinner at LJS. I like the corn on the cob there all soaked up in butter. We walked in to order and of course, I was escorted right back out (No Pigs allowed). I'm really getting tired of being picked on like that. I went and waited inside the truck while they ate. They promised to bring me some to-go.

Thirty minutes later out comes Ray & Sergio headed towards the truck what appeared to be empty handed. Those lousy bastards forgot to get me something to eat.

“Hey, where mine”?

“You didn't give us any money”.

“Well I don't have any money”.

“You should have thought of that before you stowed away”.

Dammit, he was right again. Now I will have to pay the price for this little stunt. I just rolled over and decided to take a nap instead of arguing with him. I started to realize it might have been a mistake sneaking along this trip. Ray was not happy with me being there, I was broke, hungry, this just wasn't much fun.

A few hours later, we stopped for the night. To make matters feel worse, I had to sleep on the floor or I could stay in the truck. I chose the truck. It was a bad day made worse and I just said “F... it! I went to sleep in the back. Maybe tomorrow will be better.