Dan the man

We sat on the side of the road watching the cars go by soaking up the sun and planning my next move. It was a beautiful July day perfect really, bright sunshine the only breeze was from the passing traffic which wasn’t enough to stop the sweat that was already running down my face. The fact that O was wearing full leathers wasn’t helping plus the anxiety of not knowing where we we’re was not helping. I decided to push my bike to the next exit which didn’t look far but after a few minutes felt like miles away. Thank GOD I put on my leather saddlebags because by the time we reached the exit ramp I was stripped down to just my jeans and boots. There was a gas station up the road off the exit and like a mirage there was a Harley parked there. I belong to one of the guys working there, turned out there was a Harley dealership up the road a he went and got a new chain for my bike. He let me us some tools and after a couple of hours we were back in the saddle and heading to my brothers. It took a little more than an hour to find his place, he lived in a servents house on an estate property he must have heard me coming because as we rounded the corner he was standing on the street and guided me into the driveway which was loose pebble and caught me off guard and I nearly dropped my bike on its side.