Ramblings of an Old Guy: Took me 43 years but I finally did it

The Old Guy's National Anthem ... AKA what a long, strange trip it's been

Truckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love, Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they better get goin' Out of the door and down on the streets all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand" Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down, Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?" Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home

Monday, August 3, 2009

Took me 43 years but I finally did it

Oh well, just a minor glitch in life. This is what falling down at 55 will do for you. It also comes complete with a bit of road rash. No other injuries but the bike is toast. Even the frame is bent. $10k damage. My new "Other Woman" is a 2002 Low Rider (it's the last picture in this post); I'll pick it up in 2 weeks when the road rash heals enough to ride. Currently it's waiting for me at Zepka's HD in Johnstown, PA. Go see them, they're good people http://www.zepka.com/. Yes, my wife thinks I'm an idiot; Yes there's a bit of rash where the hole below the pocket is located (but I spared you the displeasure of looking at my scraped butt) & yes, this is the first time I've been down since June 1966 when I got on a bike for the first time ... I did hit a deer once but didn't go down so that doesn't count.

4 comments:

Unknown said...: Way to go genius. You told us everything except what caused the accident in the first place. What happened?

Oh, thanks for not sharing the pictures of your road rash. Just the thought of it is a visual I don't need. :)

Glad your okay old friend.

Take care,
Paula; Tuesday, August 04, 2009 12:23:00 AM
Steve Miller said...: 5AM, pitch dark, no street lights. Went to change lanes and they had repaved the lane I was going into with 3" of new pavement. Never even saw the change in elevation, only saw the sparks as I slid. I bailed off the bike, curled up and rolled. Ended up in the grass. Bike wedged under a fence.; Tuesday, August 04, 2009 8:12:00 PM
Unknown said...: is that dirt on the jeans or did we engage the excitement evacuation switch.; Wednesday, August 05, 2009 11:17:00 AM
Steve Miller said...: Smart ass. That's road tar.; Wednesday, August 05, 2009 7:50:00 PM