“I don’t want to grow up because I’m-a-motorcycle kid.” I ustacould say that but…….
The last time Motorcycle Santa took a motorcycle road trip by himself was just before he married his first wife in 1970. Motorcycle Santa had a beautiful Harley Davidson motorcycle with a lot of chrome that I did not want to cover with saddle bags. At 18, Motorcycle Santa had all the luggage he needed in his back pocket.
Keep in mind that it is hotter than hell in July in Texas, but at eighteen years young I was invincible when it came to motorcycling and most anything else. Off I go on the 300 mile ride, on my way…..gonna camp out on the beach! My, my, did I look cool in my jeans and ragged tee-shirt, and man was I happy to hit the road for a good time as a free man.
Arrived in Galveston from Dallas around about 7:00 PM and slept on the beach on Stewart Blvd……. until the Police showed up and ran me off. Moved to a city park and slept until the Police showed up and ran me off. Went back to a road side park on I-45 to sleep until the Police showed up and ran me off. Went to a Coffee Shop until morning. That was sure a fun Sunday night….NOT!
Monday morning arrives and 18 year old Motorcycle Santa decides it’s time to drink a little beer. Chased some good looking girls around Galveston. Drank more beer. Played in the sand and surf. Drank more beer. Got good and sunburned. Drank more beer. To get a good night’s sleep, Motorcycle Santa drank more beer and slept under a big sign about fresh fish. The Police did not show up.
Last day for more fun on the beach and more sunburn. And to hell with sunscreen, we don’t need no stinkin’ sunscreen. Eighteen year old Motorcycle Santa was invincible until what proved to be a long, hard, rough ride home in the 100 degree heart, dirty and sunburned. Motorcycle Santa ustacould do this, but not today!
Today, Motorcycle Santa rides with Motorcycle Hot Momma behind him. A nice 65 to 75 degree day at about 70 mph is our favorite time and speed to ride. Motorcycle Hot Momma loves a laid back afternoon ride and that is just fine with Motorcycle Santa. We don’t use saddle bags because we have a motorcycle trailer and we don’t sleep under a sign because we go to a motel if we are out overnight. We don’t stay dirty because the motel has a shower.
Motorcycle Santa kept that motorcycle longer than he kept the first wife but thinks (knows) he will keep Motorcycle Momma, wife #2, forever. Ain’t life grand……..!!!