
I have seen you on the road. I know who you are, maybe not by name, but I know you. I’m talking about the “Early Birds” or the “Every Month for the Last (insert number of years)” guy. You know him too. Heck, I am one. This guy brags about riding every month from the time his mom found out he had a motorcycle. He’s the guy that can’t wait just to ride around the block. Riding lately has become better with the warmer days. I have seen a lot out. Bobby Hundt has been out, more than I have (boo-hoo!). As I was going up to the house a few nights ago around nine I heard a bike out south of town. I bet that was kkkcold. Let’s all say hypothermia.
Friday the Chapparrals rode to Holstein. I rode in the second group that left Am Pride around 11:30. Me and Lil’ Deb rode with Buster Smith and Matt Mick. The weather was upper cold and the wind was a factor. We enjoyed a Mexican lunch at Cowtown. I like saying the word Cowtown. Cowtown is across the street from the Meat Locker in Holstein. You know the meat is fresh. Cows/meat, you get it? Never mind.
When we rode into Cowtown, Deb and I ran into an old friend and his Dad having lunch. We invited ourselves to their table, so I missed out on the topic of discussion at the big table. Someone fill me in. I think that we increased Cowtown’s “ Customers Served” that day by 12... and ½. Yep, Lil’ Deb shared mine. That was a good thing, there was more on the plate then this guy could handle. My food was very good. That’s why we keep going back, and of course, because Cowtown supports our club. “I’ll be baaach“. Speaking of “Baaach” the weather on the way back was warmer. Everybody returned to work, feeling refreshed. If you were not able to attend the 2008 Christmas party, let me tell you it was a good time. There were lots of people and plenty of food. Lil’ Deb had to work and so missed this one. I sat across from John Schudel and his wife Amy. The Mick family filled in the rest of the table. They should have gotten an award for the youngest and cutest guest to attend.
I’m usually reluctant to play “parlor games”. But it’s like the first dance, once you do it, its fun. Terri Hoagland came up with the games and logistics. She divided us into groups and we were sent to our first table to play. Then to mix up the company, the winners moved on to the next table. At my table I had a little trouble with the card game rules, but Deb Gerritsen explained it to us and we made our way. Some of the folks went bowling. One year at the party, Deb and I and the Hundt’s bowled and had a much fun. I hope, unlike us, everybody stayed upright in the lanes this time. Terri, I still have my three safety pins. Do you want them back?
See ya on the road,
Michael S.