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Veröffentlicht am Fri, Nov 13, 2009 19:29

it's that time of year again, thought Johnny. time to be thankful, for what we have, what we've had. so the years reeled back in his mind like an old picture show. seems like he always went back, back to the times of a young buck. back to the days when he and his buddies ran wild. times weren't always good, there were some tough times, burying brothers, burying family. funny he thought, how quickly and easily he and Butch became friends. started at work, just a noticing Butch wasn't like most the other guys, he stood out. the long hair and beard, not that big of a thing, but a few tattoos, most of the guys on the crew didn't wear. and being a set of wings on his arms, Johnny knew Butch rode. Johnny had a newer Shovelhead, and asked Butch if he wanted to stop after work for a cold one. Butch said sure, but he had to stop off at home first. Johnny had been getting a little loaded after work, beers were going down smooth. suddenly the door opened up, the sunset shining brightly in. and in walked Butch. Butch wasn't alone! tagging just slightly behind him was one of the finest women Johnny had seen for along time! long legged, long haired, and just a fine specimen of a woman! all the right parts, in all the right places! Butch introduced Laura to Johnny Polite how do you do's. Laura put a couple quarters in the juke box, Lynard Skynard blasted out the speakers, and soon everyone was having a good time. all good things come to an end, and it was time to leave. the two new bros went out to the parking lot, and Johnny checked out Butches ride, an old flathead trike. kind of rusty, kind of ratty, but a true rider, you could tell it had miles on it! Butch had parked next to Johnnys shovelhead, and as they mounted up, Butch asked if Johnny could give Laura a ride home. doesn't she live with you? Johnny recalled asking butch, hell no! was his answer, she's my sister! Johnny didn't make it home that night. Lauras place was closer than his, and her arms around him, well... it was that good feelng he'd forgot. it was a good summer that year. these two new brothers and Laura spent alot of time in the saddle. by fall, Johnny and Laura were an item, too obvious, too perfect. it was a bad winter. Butch was a party animal. he rode that trike through the winter, saying with three wheels he couldn't fall down. but he neglected to say, three wheels don't necessarily keep you on the road, as that broken guard rail proved. Johnny held Lauras hand, it had been 10 years now. Thanksgiving time of the year, he stood remembering his friend. thankful for the good times shared, thankful for the woman introduced to him, now his full time companion. Laura squeezed Johnnys hand tightly, she was thankful too. they had both lost a brother, just one was blood. but he left them each other, he made them all family.

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Veröffentlicht am Wed, Dec 02, 2009 14:57

Ahh you always write such an eye catching story. You are one of a kind oldharleylover.¿ Thanks for the story


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Pacific Canadian indian now lives in texas Widowed for two years. Life has many changes Life is a journey. Dove Eagle Jennifer

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Veröffentlicht am Sat, Nov 21, 2009 19:41

What a sad story,could use some cheering up and I enjoy reading your stories. Do have anyting that will take me away, some where,somewhere to dream about?


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