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

Well with BC gone and the luxurious flea infested king in front of me a crashed..for a couple of hours anyway. Waking up with my belly thinking my throat had been cut I knew I had to venture out..Barneys for a custom burger and the Attic for some live Rock a Billy..hadn't been there since I rolled down the stairs a few months ago..Big John might be playing..this could be fun or another set back..fuck it Vegas ain't going anyplace..

Barneys was great hand made burgers to order,,they don't do them like that anymore..Pull up to the Attic and stand in the door staring at that large, tall stair case..Now going up is a pain but rolling down is a thrill until you wake up the next morning..I'm here, face your fears and up you go..I just won't drink more than two anyway..at least before I find a seat. I can hear Big John bass thumping and get to thinking it could be a long night. Pop in the door, smiles and handshakes..Billy is banging on the drums..He's a big man, 6'9" but a gentle giant..I tell the boys what's up we have a few shooter and head down the dreaded stairs and scope the new ride..Light bulb comes on..I'm out of here boy's got some miles to do in the morning..back to the room before midnight..no bumps or bruises..no whine with the cheese..I sleep and dream of The Horseshoe..

No sun breaking, made it through a night without to much damage..Strap the diddy bag on the FXST and roll it out the door..Five fucking foot fog..can't see the front tire..Shit happens and I hit the gas station and roll over the 99..Bakersfield here I come..ninety miles, three hours and a cold, wet, frozen and pissed off Rat roll in to Bako Harley..Need a shot of Jack and a ten dollar lid..Not that kinda lid you old dope fiends..a fucking helmet..Nevada has a helmet law and in the day the great state didn't..Well the shot of Jack turned into a few..then I figured it was lunch time..Little hole in the wall across the street made killer chili and had cold Corona's to wash down the Jack..Great lunch and a slightly to good buzz but back on the road..58 to Mojave and get out of the fog..Just to get into another I would guess...So far it a good run, miles are ticking off toward the magic 500..haveing a hard time staying out of the the throttle..Stop at the little gas stop fifty of so miles from the Nevada border..a cold beer sounds good, they had sounded go the whole trip, feeling good a couple more hours and I will be kicking it in Vegas..Damn I need another beer..

Roll it out..Playing with it a little , remember the speed limit was 55 in those days..Rolling hills and roads, no traffic until a catch a single head light in the rear view..Moving pretty quick..He rolls up beside me and it was one of those brand new yamawhopper vigra's..and a clown..He does the pipes and my stomach turns..425 on the speedo,,fucking warranties are worthless and who will know..I kick it down and roll it on..about 125 I look back and he's cresting the hill half a mile behind me..I keep watching with a smile..then over the hill comes the red lights at a screaming rate of speed, damn near as fast as I was going now I think about it..
Well I knew the routine and back off, slow down and hope he has a bad head cold..We stop and he blasts over the bull horn, stay on the bike and raise your hands above your head, damn a rookie..about 8 foot tall in the mirror..He struts up with his hand in the hoover position about the gun..damn..Sir I clocked you in excess of 100 miles per hours, is that beer I smell??? Yes it is but I only had a couple with lunch..and this bike isn't broke in I could not be going that fast..New bike with no plates..step off the bike and have a seat in the back while I run these numbers..Comes up clean, I come up clean and he never found the stash in the inside pocket in my chaps..that would have been jail time for sure..He proceed to tell me about how long it was going to take to get the tow truck out there..He had no will to hang out with a drunk biker for 8 hours waiting..The border and Whiskey Pete's is just over the hill..get a fucking room and sleep it off..Just over the hill shit I had a half mile lead,,dumbass had to stop..suns going down I roll into Whiskey Pete's..Made Nevada,,Vegas next..

You all have good weekend..Off to the wild blue for a few days..No story's on the Blackberry but I will check in when I can..Later..Rat