Rocketman was a hooker..not in the sense of a hooker but a hooker..sell anything and do what ever it took to survive..Rocketman never wanted to be a hooker he always wanted to be president..President of what he didn't care just president..power trip some would say..other just wondered..that happened all the time..but the thing that made the Rocketman so driven was Harley Davidson, wind and the delight of eating exotic bugs at high speed...Until the Meathead that is..
Meathead was frozen tundra tough, ornery as a polar bear after a short winter..Quick with a line and fast on the waffles..Always longing for the road..shared addictions..a rebel with a different cause..a true road warrior..
It all happened by chance..and a quick "Hey"..Rocketman having taken a wrong turn the right way a few hundred miles ago hearing the sputter of oh shit I need some gas pulled into the skanky gas and go in the crusty dust outside of Moab Utah..Kicking the lizards out of his path he heads for the door..there chowing on microwave burritos and a diet dew sat the Meathead..a curt Hey..changed the path they would take..
So the Rocketman being the total Rocketman he was got to thinking back..a day of living on vest pocket gummybears, mosquitoes, fly's and other wild beasts it might be time for some real food..snatching up a couple of red chili belly bombs and a tall green one to go he heads for the bench..Pulling up some splinters on the far side of the table and diving into the feast..he asked the Meathead where you heading..with a quick response of what the fucks it to you..a friendship was destine..
Belly bomb burritos, long dust road, the sound of a Harley winding through the high desert..No destination but things to see..Caves to encounter..mountains to climb..bumps in there path..Stranger things do happen..somewhere..We will be back..soon..
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