It's has become way to common, the passing of a friend..Lost another one damn it..We went way back and I mean grade school way back..He was a a die hard cowboy..I was a die hard biker..they are the same thing only different clothes..I'm going to miss him but that's not the story..The phone call a few day's before is where it starts...
I dropped my cell phone off a truck a week or two ago..I found myself not really sweating it, in fact I found relief in the silence.I have grown to hate technology in the last few months among other things..No computer at the house anymore..No home phone either..when I pull in the driveway at the end of the day I turn the ringer off..I broke the addiction to unnecessary chatter..back to the story..
So I ordered a replacement phone the next day and it took a couple of day's to arrive..the second I came to life it rang..My friend, my bro was calling..worried something had happened, wondering if I went off the deep end..No not yet but I work on it everyday without effort..What's up?? I needed an ear he say's..and I have something of yours..
Let me go back a little, say thirty years or so..after the fun of drive in movies, beer hunting and Jims place..life happens and we went different directions..I joined the army and he went to college. I moved around the country and he went through brides..about eight years we got together once or twice..He was found of cocaine and whiskey, I was found of what ever would take the edge off..Some how and some way reality hit us both about the same time..I gave up my hard party ways..I wanted to move ahead in life,,not lifestyle but life..soon after at a out of the way, deep dark corner of life changes we came face to face..in what we would always laugh as being the last expected place on earth..an AA meeting..here we found the true meaning of a bro..
No matter how bad ass we may think we are we all need a crutch at times..and we have been each others outlet for many years..a bond..we spent a couple of years guiding, learning working on life..then as it seems to go we found or niches and moved on..but we never lost the bond..we were always there when needed..I'm going to miss you bro..now the rest of the story..
So I have been shifting through life's gears at a snails pace, not sad and not overly excited in fact bored but to complacent to change it..Gave up on politics,,working harder and making less thanks to that sorry son of a..wait I gave up on that..riding but not enjoying..writing and deleting on here..just can't find a grove..so an inspiring thought hit me a few weeks back..time to do what has always been on the back burner..Fifty is coming up fast..a couple of three months away..Me and the Shovelhead have wandered back in the garage..I'm building me a chopper..not some out of the box parts bolted together to look like a chopper..me, the sawzall, die grinder and wielder are working as a team..be seeing you soon..later..
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