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......to the times I remember riding out in the country with a female and boda bag hanging on the triple trees, no mandatory helmets, riding past a river and saying, "there!"
Swinging along the river bank on the scoot to a wide spot in the current, getting drunk, skinny dipping, making love, sleeping under the stars, waking up and continuing to the run party.
Nobody at the party sold tee shirts, trinkets, and lift kits, there might be a live band, but most of the time it was a van with it's doors open blaring the music of the times.....and all the jeans had oil stains and handprints on them. Most carried some sort of hideous looking knife, or an occasional gun, but no one got injured.
Lots of brotherhood, swapping riding war stories that were 50% reality and the rest so hilarious of an outcome, nobody cared if it was true or not!
A brother or sister would compliment your scoot, and you humbly thanked them without mentioning the price to get it that way.
We swapped tech tips, drank beer and wine, went for mini runs half drunk and half stoned, and returned to the campsite to lay around a campfire to fall asleep to someone's story about their girl, bike, cops, landlords, or boss.
Sometimes I think I've lived long enough.........
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My Son
Posted On 01/25/08 @ 8:02:AM
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I don't think I've had a chance to mention, My sone is in Korea. I took him to the Atlanta Airport last Sat, 1/19. He's called 3 time since and seems to like more than he thought. Last call, 1/24, he was still in transit. They changed his orders from the orginal Camp Cassey to Camp Red Cloud. He got on the bus and when he went to check in, there was a problem with paperwork or something. I couldn't understand with the bad phone connection but it seems that he's got a 3 day pass and won't know where he'll be until next week. 
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