Hey
Piglets
Yeah I
know it’s been a while since my last blog. I guess you could say I
am guilty as charged for not writing. So sue me.
For
the week of Thanksgiving, Rainman and I completed what was an epic
journey by motorcycle from San Antonio to St. Louis. A ride that was
a mire 2148 miles. Call it a journey in search of the World's
Largest Ball of String. But it was more than a journey, for us, it
was an adventure of a life time. The places we seen, the food we
ate, and the people we met along the way, made our adventure all the
more interesting and memorable.
What
we enjoyed the most was some of the comments we got from people along
the way.
Heard
this one from a guy at a gas station in Atoka OK. “Hey, that’s a
nice looking bike you’ve got there, Oh wait, that's a Honda
motorcycle isn’t it?”
-Yeah,
it would be a Honda.
Got
this from a lady at a restaurant in Hillsboro TX. “You look just
like my brother in that outfit.”
-
Only thing is I’m more handsome than him.
“You
don't publish names do you? I don't want my ex-husband to find out
where I live.” This from the front desk clerk at one of the hotels
we stayed at in Bentonville AR.
“Bet
you boys could use some coffee, huh?” I heard from the waitress in
Shelly’s Café in Cuba MO .
No
thanks, my teeth just like to imitate a jackhammer.
“I
wish I was going with you” Said the nurse on her way to work at the
hospital. – That’s funny since most people in the medical field
tell us to “Get out while you’re still alive”.
Don’t
you have warmer transportation than that? Had to bite my tongue to
keep from laughing at the old grandma at the gas station in Rolla MO.
We
were drinking coffee, having a conversation with an old man at the
Waffle House in Rolla MO. When all of the sudden he says in a
yelling voice, “Who the F… are you to be talking to me.”
- OK,
the people in Rolla MO are starting to scare me.
Eat
your bacon Pig, don’t let it go to waste.” Breakfast one morning
at grandma’s house.
- I
think grandma & I need to talk.
“Hey
everybody, he’s not nuts, he’s a writer for a magazine”,
replied a waitress in McAlester OK. She was proud to announce it
across the whole restaurant after she learned who we were.
-Can
we please get out of Oklahoma now?
I
swear this next one really happened. It was at a roadside diner
called Mom’s Home Cooking in Vinta OK.
“Hey
you’re a cute little pig” said the waitress. I looked up at her
to respond and I saw she had four breasts protruding from her
sweater. All I could say was
-
Mama, Mama.
“Did
you know you have a pig on your motorcycle? Around here we keep our
pigs in a pen.” Said the smartass punk at a stop light in Gelena
Kansas.
-
Shame on you for imprisoning your pigs like that and stop romancing
the sheep.
The
absolute best one I heard was from Rainman himself. We were just
outside Bourbon MO. We were going uphill fast and hard to pass a
semi-truck when all of the sudden, everything got quite. Real quite.
And then all I heard was “Oh Shit, the bike ran out of gas.”
Ride
Hard, and fill the gas tank.
Have a
nice day.
Pig
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