I feel like I'm in a spaghetti western where instead of a fist full of dollars its a belly full of bacon.
Hell on Wheels is quickly becoming The Good, the Bad and the Ugly for me.
The Good, Clint Beastwood is staying at Grandmas and we are going to make it.
The Bad, still no scoot for TOL, sold my Xterra so I have the scratch to get something going for her but can't find what I'm looking for (883 or smaller and lady friendly on the cheap) and I still have to get a kid & dog friendly cage before I can even do that.
The Ugly, we're not going to roll the VW, TOL said she would allow me to let her ride bitch. Just got rid of all the 2 up crap for the bike, now I'm scrambling to locate the hardware for the passenger pegs and trying to figure out some kind of sissy bar camping gear configuration that will work on an fxdx with her on the back. Gonna suck to be her the passenger friendly cushy Sundowner that came with the bike is probably on some RUB's bike down S.D. that's currently prospecting with the LDMC.
TOL and I had a little talk about bacon fueled antics and motorcycle mayhem and she said if this shit turns out to be cool I should ask for hang-around status but thats only if I get to wear a cool hang-around cut. :P
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