Three day's, sixty miles and the new FXST..Part 1

Back in January 1983 on a Sunday morning more than likely sucking down Coors light and a nursing a hangover me and my old pal Stanley were cruising the back streets of Visalia Ca..As we were passing by Wilsons Harley shop there it sat in the window..the first evo softtail I had ever laid my eye's on..I stood in front of that window for half an hour..drooling I think..I had to have it..The few working brain cells went into highgear..

The next morning at 9am I'm on the horn with Jimmy Wilson,,He thought I was returning his calls about riding one of his flat track bikes..no I had been avoiding those..I had got past wanting to beat myself to death all weekend racing and eating dirt,,bouncing off hay bails had lost it's appeal and not hurting head to to toe for a week had got comfortable..I wanted the FXST..I had an old ironhead sporty I would pay someone to take..Jimmy bottom line on the bike..He came back with $10,000 cash and the sporty..I tell him get it out of the window I will be there in an hour..well I was an owner..I left the shop for the Whitewater tavern about 3pm..around 11pm after a couple of drinks it hit's me..Vegas..I need to go to Vegas and get out of the Tule Fog..Now anyone who has been in California's central valley can tell you the fog here can drive you to drinking..I head home to pack the bike..

Now getting back to the shack and rolling the scoot in the front door it hit's me..You can't strap shit to this thing..Well a enough bungees I can get a couple days worth of clothes on it and do the Vegas visitors shack and get a handfuls of free night stays and meal tickets..Problem solved..Get a good nights sleep or an hour or two anyway and hit the road..

When the sun came up around 9am..hey it's my story right,,I roll out..headed for Mama's kitchen for breakfast..if you knew Mama well enough for and extra buck she would dump a shot of 100 proof in your coffee and made some killer biscuits and gravy..Road food who knows when the next meal will come your way..Sitting back at the bar nursing my cup the doors opens and in stroll Stinky and his band of misfits, looks like the party is on..I guess now I will have to do a Stinky blog..later..Now I have made about 15 miles today and that my friends is as far as it gets..Today..