RocketDaryl
Top Fuel
I was sitting in (guitar) with a guy Friday night at a local biker bar. The place was pretty crowded, but there are two paticular "gentlemen" that catch my eye. I know one of them casually, that is to say I've met him at biker events in the past. I've never seen the guy that was with him. They are both HUGE (you'll realise why I mention this later).
Around 12:30 or so they decided to leave. There were three problems, however. One, it was raining like pooring pee out of a bucket. Two, they were on motorcycles. Finally, one of them (the stranger) was falling down, stupid drunk. Actually, there's a fourth problem. I should mention that the one I'm acquainted with isn't, shall we say, one of the sharper tools in the shed.
None of these "issues" deterred these two from endeavoring to explore the back roads of northwest Florida at midnight. Keep in mind, this is a dangerous place to ride at night in perfect conditions. We have tourist in the cities. We have deer, bear, etc... in the country. I can't count the deer on the side of the road when I ride at night. They're thicker than flies at a picnic.
They both bundled up (it was cold too) and headed out the door dressed in leather from head to toe. The sober one got on his bike and fired it up. The stranger (drunk as a skunk) flung his leg over his bike's seat and stood it up off the sidestand. It's too bad there wasn't a sidestand on the right hand side of the bike. It would've come in handy when he fell over to the right.
Sober one jumps off his bike (leaves it running) and goes to help drunk one. A few more folks run out of the bar to assist. I walk outside at this point and make, what I believe, is an obvious point, which is it's probably not a great idea to ride in the rain, especially not in his condition. He promptly tells me he's fine. So does his buddy. They tell the other folks that were trying to assist the same thing.
They get the bike fired up and the sober one gets back on his and leaves first. The drunk one pulls out on his. He gets on it because that's what you just HAVE to do when it's raining and the roads are slick and you've nice loud pipes to show off to everyone. Again, this guy is stupid drunk. This time his bike starts slipping and sliding from left to right because he broke traction.
He made it about 100 feet and started heading for the ditch. The ditch is full of water. He hit the ditch and turned his bike into a submarine. At this point, we all run up again and fish him and the bike out of the ditch. Apparently, however, the water was nice because he decided to fall backwards and land in it a second time. It took 4 of us to fish him out this time because he's limp as a dish rag.
His friend (sober one) came back and decided perhaps it was best if his friend didn't try to ride again for awhile. He caught a cab and took drunk one to a local motel.
Drunk one was very lucky. One, he could've killed himself. Two, someone was supposedly dialing the cops to stop him just as he crashed. If that's the case, he was going to jail. Everyone knew where they were headed and the road you take to get there.
Jail or likely death, that certainly sounds appealing to me.
Around 12:30 or so they decided to leave. There were three problems, however. One, it was raining like pooring pee out of a bucket. Two, they were on motorcycles. Finally, one of them (the stranger) was falling down, stupid drunk. Actually, there's a fourth problem. I should mention that the one I'm acquainted with isn't, shall we say, one of the sharper tools in the shed.
None of these "issues" deterred these two from endeavoring to explore the back roads of northwest Florida at midnight. Keep in mind, this is a dangerous place to ride at night in perfect conditions. We have tourist in the cities. We have deer, bear, etc... in the country. I can't count the deer on the side of the road when I ride at night. They're thicker than flies at a picnic.
They both bundled up (it was cold too) and headed out the door dressed in leather from head to toe. The sober one got on his bike and fired it up. The stranger (drunk as a skunk) flung his leg over his bike's seat and stood it up off the sidestand. It's too bad there wasn't a sidestand on the right hand side of the bike. It would've come in handy when he fell over to the right.
Sober one jumps off his bike (leaves it running) and goes to help drunk one. A few more folks run out of the bar to assist. I walk outside at this point and make, what I believe, is an obvious point, which is it's probably not a great idea to ride in the rain, especially not in his condition. He promptly tells me he's fine. So does his buddy. They tell the other folks that were trying to assist the same thing.
They get the bike fired up and the sober one gets back on his and leaves first. The drunk one pulls out on his. He gets on it because that's what you just HAVE to do when it's raining and the roads are slick and you've nice loud pipes to show off to everyone. Again, this guy is stupid drunk. This time his bike starts slipping and sliding from left to right because he broke traction.
He made it about 100 feet and started heading for the ditch. The ditch is full of water. He hit the ditch and turned his bike into a submarine. At this point, we all run up again and fish him and the bike out of the ditch. Apparently, however, the water was nice because he decided to fall backwards and land in it a second time. It took 4 of us to fish him out this time because he's limp as a dish rag.
His friend (sober one) came back and decided perhaps it was best if his friend didn't try to ride again for awhile. He caught a cab and took drunk one to a local motel.
Drunk one was very lucky. One, he could've killed himself. Two, someone was supposedly dialing the cops to stop him just as he crashed. If that's the case, he was going to jail. Everyone knew where they were headed and the road you take to get there.
Jail or likely death, that certainly sounds appealing to me.
