SeaCat
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Out for a ride this afternoon my wife and I pulled into a little Mom and Pop place we know. It's kind of out of the way and out in the middle of no-where. We stopped there to grab a bite to eat and give ourselves a bit of a rest. We had been on the road for a couple of hours and were feeling the miles.
When we pulled into the lot there were a couple of cars there. That's it. No trucks and no bikes, just a couple of beat up older cars. We parked the bike off to the side in the shade, but in a spot where I could watch it from inside. We shut down and climbed off the bike. Off came the helmets and we started for the place.
As we walked up to the door we could hear people yelling and carrying on inside along with music from the stereo. As soon as we stepped inside though the place grew quiet. No more yelling and carrying on. Whoops? I stepped away from the door into the interior and looked around. There at the other end by the register were six guys and gals. Every one of them was wearing leather and denim as well as Do-Rags. What made it kind of funny was all their gear was nice and shiny new. Also all of it had Harley Logo's. I looked at my wife and smiled as we headed for the counter.
Peeling out of our leathers we drapped them over the stools next to the ones we had grabbed and sat down. As the owner came by and dropped a menu in front of us he grabbed a couple of glasses and filled them with Ice Water. When he left to check on the kids he left the water behind. Then again he too rides so he knows we get dehydrated. When he came back we ordered. We had been there often enough that we didn't need the menu, we knew what we wanted. Burger, fries and a small side salad. (Until you eat there you don't know why we chose this. His Burgers are works of art. We're talking he starts with a nicely toasted bun, adds a wafer thin patty of beef, a slice of Pepper Jack, another wafer thin patty and cheese, a couple slices of Bacon, a third wafer thin patty topped with more Pepper Jack as well as some lettuce and thin cut Tomatoe. His Fries again are works of art. Long and thin they started out as Shoestring Fries then went on a diet. Cooked to perfection in Peanut Oil they are served with a dipping sauce.)
So here we were sitting in the cool darkness waiting for our food. Pop's walks over to the kids and talks quietly with them. Obviously he knows them. Our food is delivered along with Sweet Tea in large glasses. We dig in and hear the owner telling the kids about his riding experiences. Then he raises his voice slightly so he knows we can hear him as he tells the kids that he can always tell a rider by scent. There's just a cedrtain smell to them. By this time I'm smiling to myself. I know what's coming next.
Sure enough a couple of the guys come wandering over. They want to get a sniff so they can emulate it. By now even my wife is grinning. They want to smell like bad assed bikers and are in for a shock.
They walk over to where we're sitting and grab seats to either side of us, moving our leathers while they did so. My wife and I had heard and seen this coming so we had been obliging. We had shifted our positions slightly so now our elbows were on the table and our arms were raised. These guys sat there for about ten seconds when it hit them. Without a word they quickly got out fo Dodge. The owner of the place was almost dieing by this time as the two guys, more than a little green around their gills retreated from the funk laden atmosphere around us. (Hey we had bathed this morning but,,,,, We had started the ride in a nice little bit of rain. In other words we got soaked through our leathers. Then the skies cleared some and the sun shone down on us as the temperature rose. Riding in heavy wet leathers in 95°+ temps will make even a queen sweat up a storm. Translated we would make an old Goat run for it's mommy.)
Needless to say these posers were now wondering about bikers. All they had seen or known about bikers was in the movies or watching the bikes roll past. Now they were watching my wife and myself go through a gallon jug of iced water as well as two large glasses of Iced Tea each as we ate. They had walked up to us and almost been knocked off their feet by our funk. When we had finished eating and paid for the food as well as some gas we left. Looking in my mirror I saw the kids watching us from the windows of the place and kept on smiling as I pulled on my still damp leathers and helmet. We rolled out of there for the last one hundred miles of our little ride.
Needless to say when we arrived at home we both took showers. (Not to mentioned poured another couple of gallons of water down our throats.)
We did have a lot of fun today though. We hit some roads we haven't been on before and we managed to shock the hell out of some poor unsuspecting posers.
Cat
When we pulled into the lot there were a couple of cars there. That's it. No trucks and no bikes, just a couple of beat up older cars. We parked the bike off to the side in the shade, but in a spot where I could watch it from inside. We shut down and climbed off the bike. Off came the helmets and we started for the place.
As we walked up to the door we could hear people yelling and carrying on inside along with music from the stereo. As soon as we stepped inside though the place grew quiet. No more yelling and carrying on. Whoops? I stepped away from the door into the interior and looked around. There at the other end by the register were six guys and gals. Every one of them was wearing leather and denim as well as Do-Rags. What made it kind of funny was all their gear was nice and shiny new. Also all of it had Harley Logo's. I looked at my wife and smiled as we headed for the counter.
Peeling out of our leathers we drapped them over the stools next to the ones we had grabbed and sat down. As the owner came by and dropped a menu in front of us he grabbed a couple of glasses and filled them with Ice Water. When he left to check on the kids he left the water behind. Then again he too rides so he knows we get dehydrated. When he came back we ordered. We had been there often enough that we didn't need the menu, we knew what we wanted. Burger, fries and a small side salad. (Until you eat there you don't know why we chose this. His Burgers are works of art. We're talking he starts with a nicely toasted bun, adds a wafer thin patty of beef, a slice of Pepper Jack, another wafer thin patty and cheese, a couple slices of Bacon, a third wafer thin patty topped with more Pepper Jack as well as some lettuce and thin cut Tomatoe. His Fries again are works of art. Long and thin they started out as Shoestring Fries then went on a diet. Cooked to perfection in Peanut Oil they are served with a dipping sauce.)
So here we were sitting in the cool darkness waiting for our food. Pop's walks over to the kids and talks quietly with them. Obviously he knows them. Our food is delivered along with Sweet Tea in large glasses. We dig in and hear the owner telling the kids about his riding experiences. Then he raises his voice slightly so he knows we can hear him as he tells the kids that he can always tell a rider by scent. There's just a cedrtain smell to them. By this time I'm smiling to myself. I know what's coming next.
Sure enough a couple of the guys come wandering over. They want to get a sniff so they can emulate it. By now even my wife is grinning. They want to smell like bad assed bikers and are in for a shock.
They walk over to where we're sitting and grab seats to either side of us, moving our leathers while they did so. My wife and I had heard and seen this coming so we had been obliging. We had shifted our positions slightly so now our elbows were on the table and our arms were raised. These guys sat there for about ten seconds when it hit them. Without a word they quickly got out fo Dodge. The owner of the place was almost dieing by this time as the two guys, more than a little green around their gills retreated from the funk laden atmosphere around us. (Hey we had bathed this morning but,,,,, We had started the ride in a nice little bit of rain. In other words we got soaked through our leathers. Then the skies cleared some and the sun shone down on us as the temperature rose. Riding in heavy wet leathers in 95°+ temps will make even a queen sweat up a storm. Translated we would make an old Goat run for it's mommy.)
Needless to say these posers were now wondering about bikers. All they had seen or known about bikers was in the movies or watching the bikes roll past. Now they were watching my wife and myself go through a gallon jug of iced water as well as two large glasses of Iced Tea each as we ate. They had walked up to us and almost been knocked off their feet by our funk. When we had finished eating and paid for the food as well as some gas we left. Looking in my mirror I saw the kids watching us from the windows of the place and kept on smiling as I pulled on my still damp leathers and helmet. We rolled out of there for the last one hundred miles of our little ride.
Needless to say when we arrived at home we both took showers. (Not to mentioned poured another couple of gallons of water down our throats.)
We did have a lot of fun today though. We hit some roads we haven't been on before and we managed to shock the hell out of some poor unsuspecting posers.
Cat
