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

Stinky..we grew up in a small farming town in Central California..Stinky was stinky from the first day I meet him..a clean dude who's body just did not like soap or deodorant..he could overwhelm farm animals on a hot day..He was also one hell of a wrench,,good enough he has been on a few of TV shows for his builds..he will remain Stinky here,,his wife doesn't like me much..we will hit on a few of the fine points I'm sure..last time I was in his presents it was driving him home in the back of the truck with him heaving of the tailgate..right after they found god..I fell from good graces that day..

Stinky strolling into Mama's at 10:30 with his small harem could get interesting..you ask Stinky and a small harem?? Ya he also had the best coke around..You know the handsome poor man, ugly rich man thing..This harem had no lot lizards or Santa Maria strippers..ya I got some stories to tell..We trade a few barbs and asks about the new scoot..then the all enticing wanna go to my place and party..Hey Bro I'm headed to Vegas..well maybe for a short..been awhile..and BC is with him so it could be fun..I think she's 18..

We hit Stinky's shack it's about noon on a Tuesday afternoon..My road trip had made about 15 miles and three blocks..I'm about to shorten the chances of making it out of area much less the town today but what the fuck..I got time..By 2pm the small party of five has reached twenty..then thirty then who knows..Me and Stinky had done enough coke to scare Scarface..Me and BC had been get acquainted..about 10pm I decide if I didn't get out of there I would be at a week long affair..I tell BC I'm out of there,,she asks if she can go..Sly smile..I headed for the Holiday Inn..Visalia..We jam..Road trips at 30 miles..Rolling into day two..

Now I would like to tell the story in full but most of what I remember of the next few hours goes like this..We roll out on the new FXST..got about six feet of visibility..then we had the fog on top of that..Rode fifteen miles in second gear..soaking wet and one eye blind drunk..I wonder how I'm still here and know why I stopped doing it twenty years ago..Used up all my driving while blind luck..Hit the hotel and check in..all night party that must of been good..cause at 6am the manager is tossing us out..either that or call the cops..hey I'm outta here..Vegas here I come..

Well in my warped mind I was going to Vegas..about the time we hit Tulare..you guessed it about 30 miles down the road..wet from the fog..head pounding from the party,,BC whining about everything..I hit the first sleazy hotel I find..pay for 2 night since it's 7:30am of day 3..I hit the bed..

Final note..I called BC a cab about 5pm that day..she didn't take it well..Stinky went on to be a top notch car builder and restores bikes too..Still has his Triumph 650 hardtail..He married BC later that year..we only got to play a few times after that..Bring him home drunk in the back of the truck in 28 degree weather didn't go over well with BC..No way the puking drunk was riding in the front..maybe we should have taken him to the car wash and cleaned him up..Leaving for Las Vegas next..