10-23-2017, 03:08 AM
Once, a very long time ago, I got fed up with the southern Ohio lifestyle so I set out a trip to points much further south on my bike. Motorcycle to be clear. Well it was late March but I was determined to get rolling. Had my bike all packed and set up for the long haul. I didn't realize it was still pretty dang cold going thru the mountains on the West Virginia Turnpike. Absolutely freezing to be exact. Made it as far as Princeton WVa and I sat at that Shoney's drinking coffee for about 6 hours trying to bring my core temp back up to somewhat normal. Note to self and anyone that reads this, when it is nice in the flat lands it can still be bitter cold in them thar mountains.... So, after finally getting under way I reached the beach tourist trap known as Myrtle Beach. Hallelujah it was warm and soooo nice. Nice enough to do a little drinkin. Found out real quick that the local po po didn't much care for my kinda of fun. Another note to self and anyone reading this, do NOT ride wheelies thru the arcades after drinking because you are celebrating. So, there I was standing in front of the judge. He asked me how much money I had and silly me said "Your honor, I have $94 to my name". That old judge slammed that gavel down and said my fine was exactly $94, pay the clerk and get out of town. Made it back to a relative's house in North Carolina by panhandling enough change and decided it was time to not party so hard and ended up selling that old bike. Man, I miss those days!!!
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧ If we were meant to stay in one place, we'd have roots instead of feet. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧