Just a quick note as a follow up to the great CrabSmash...
Dave and I rode our bikes to Fredericksburg and got a room at the Quality Inn... got up around 9 or so and rode up to the Marine Corps Museum outside of Quantico Va... I am here to tell you, it was awe inspiring, especially for an old Marine like me... I did absolutely nothing heroic or dangerous while I was in... about all I did was drink beer and chase women and try to stay out of the Sgts. way... I did manage an honorable discharge and for what it is worth, I think it had a very positive influence on me as a young kid at the time... I always say that any semblance of a man I may be was very certainly formed in those short months and years in the Corps.
Dave and me in front of the Museum and Dave on the bike..............WHICH IS FOR SALE FOR $8500.
So, having said all that... the visit was great.
We left around 2PM or so and coming down Rt. 1 toward Fredericksburg, something happened to my other bike that Dave was riding and the shifter would not go into 2nd gear!!! I figured I was going to have to ride home with Dave on the back of my bike and come back up and pick up the bike with my trailer... well, as luck would certainly have it... we passed a biker shop just north of Fredericksburg that was actually open on Sunday afternoon... it was frequented by... let me say... a rough crowd of bikers... we stopped and the guy in the shop... who looked like he could eat 10 penny nails and drink tiger pee... walked out, offered to take a look at the bike... and in 5 minutes, adjusted the linkage on the shifter and charged me nothing... nothing... I gave him $20 because I could not in good conscious ask his technical help and not pay for it.... I told him to take that and get a 6 pack... he smiled and said... "6 pack hell... I'll get a 5th.... and by the way.... would you all like a drink...?" we declined and left in a much better mood... and got home to Kenbridge around 8:30pm... safe and sound and rather tired...
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