Weekend Ride and Still Riding

Bar Keep let me buy a round and tell a story.



Let me introduce myself first since this is my first post here.



I am a homeless, brokenhearted, useless, divorced, Harley riding, nobody
from south Ga. The reason I am all this is because I was a fool and thought
that I had found my true love last Oct. She was going through a divorce and
I was in a marriage that had not been a marriage for years. I feel in love
with her and believed all she told me. My friends kept trying to tell me
that she was going to use me and hurt me but I would not believe them. She
got me to turn my back on them and lose all I had ever worked for. Now I am
just nobody who roams the roads riding to find a little piece of mind. Which
is hard to do when all I do is think of her and her daughter and the family
we where suppose to be.



But enough of that. I am sure you do not want to hear my sob story. The
story I want to tell is of my ride to Daytona and St. Augustine this
weekend.



I pulled out of Columbus, Ga. after spending the night with the user b_tch
and headed out on hwy. 205 south into Albany, Ga. When I hit the Albany
bypass I took hwy 19 toward Thomasville, Ga. As I was rolling through
Albany I stopped for gas at a station and ran into an old man who was just
out doing the same as I was. He was going to Tallahassee, Fl. to see some of
his family and we decided to ride together.



As we rode out of the gas station I noticed just what he was riding. An old
shovelhead Electra glide. Tires where about bald and you could tell he was
not too sure of himself riding. I normally like to ride a few miles an hour
above the speed limit and side-by-side but I was content to lag behind and
let him wobble from side to side. We got in Camilla, Ga. And he motioned he
needed to stop so we pulled into a McDonalds.



As we sat choking down our food we began to talk and he told me that this
was the first time he had been on his motorcycle in 15 years. He said he use
to ride all the time but he had lost his wife to cancer and that since she
had passed he did not have the mindset to ride. He spoke of her with such
love and tenderness that I could tell he really loved her. He spoke of the
times they use to ride down to the Fl. Panhandle to watch the sunset.
Listening to his story my heart was breaking inside. He loved her and you
could tell it and he really missed her. I asked him if she liked to ride and
he told me she loved it. That when she was alive that was all she wanted to
do for fun and enjoyment.





He talked more of her as we finished our lunch and headed back out to the
bikes. We headed on down hwy 19 to Thomasville, Ga. And got on Hwy 319
toward Tallahassee, Fl. When we got into Tallahassee we stopped for gas and
talked some more. He told me that he really enjoyed the ride down and wanted
to know when I would be heading back from Daytona that we might hook up and
ride back together. I told him I was not heading back that I was just
roaming now that I was going to try to ride Vicki out of my mind. That she
did not want me around now and I was going off to find myself. He looked me
straight in the eye and told me " son do not let it get you down. I been
trying to find to something to fill the void left in my heart after my wife
died and I think I found it today. I felt like she was there with me".



Now I really did not think on his words cause I am trying so hard not to
think of Vicki cause she is always on my mind. We exchanged phone numbers
and I headed out east on hwy 10. As I got close to Lakeland, Fl. it began to
rain and I began to cry missing Vicki. As I got closer to Jacksonville, Fl.
it began to rain really hard and so did my crying. I pulled over at a Truck
Stops of America and decided to wait out the rain for a few.



As I sat there in the truck stop drinking coffee I thought on the words the
old man had said. As I looked out the window at my '05 Classic I felt a
warm feeling come over me. Now I do not know if it was the rain, the coffee,
the old mans words or what but I told myself I had to get back to living and
not dying inside like I was. I had to go have some fun this weekend. If she
could or would not be with me in person then I could carry her with me in
spirit.



It was raining quite hard as I walked out to the bike. No rain suit, nothing
but a tee shirt, jeans, and boots. I rolled on through Jacksonville I could
feel her behind me. She was there in my heart and mind. I felt good. I was
happy for once in two months.



As I rolled onto hwy 95 south out of Jacksonville my headlights low beam
went out. I limped it down to exit 311 and got a room for the night. The
Comfort Inn was really nice. They even had milk and cookies as a night
snack.



I got up the next morning and headed into St. Augustine to see some of the
city. This old town has some beautiful buildings and I really enjoyed
myself. There where a few times I felt depressed but not for Vicki, but
rather for her daughter who would have love seeing the animals, riding the
trolley train. She would have loved the old museum where you could touch and
experience life before modern conveniences.



After riding around the town awhile I headed back to the room and got ready
and headed down to the dealership and got me a new headlight bulb. Once I
got it installed I had a few beers at the Saints and Sinners bar there at
the new place of Daytona Harley. I ran down to the Iron Horse where I ran
into some old friends I had not seen in years. They had come up from Miami
and where out for a night of partying.



We hit Main Street and did the rounds after which we headed back to the Iron
Horse and closed it down. We all sat there and talked till almost 4:00 am. I
never brought up Vicki but Smokin Joe knew something was wrong with me and
told me so before I left.



As I got back out on the road to head back to the motel I reached behind me
and realized I was alone. I reached out and grabbed the handlebar and rolled
the throttle wide open as I got on 95 north heading back to the hotel. I
held it wide open all the way back to the motel. Trying to find something to
hate Vicki for but how can you hate someone you truly love.



When I got to the motel and lay down to sleep I realized I do have one thing
in this world that loves me and will always love me. My Classic. She ran her
ass off for me just cause I asked her too. She got me back to the motel safe
and would be there waiting to go again in the morning. She would always be
there and not run off with another. I slept well that night. Just like I was
lying in bed with Vicki.



I still riding around and will post more of my adventures if so asked to.
But I will understand if you do not want to hear anymore. If you want to see
the pictures of the adventure the link is:



www.spencerentp.com





Cheers everyone and ride safe.





Respectfully,
Robert M. Spencer
www.spencerentp.com



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