So I'm riding into the Clarion hotel I'm staying at and there are about 100 Harleys and their owners out front watching me pull up and park my bike. Every one of them looking like retired NFL players and dressed in jeans, black leathers and boots.
I had just been up the street eating lunch and being from Florida I'm wearing a very faded red Buccaneer's t-shirt which now looks pink with a pirates face, shorts and tennis shoes no socks.
A lot of "look at this sorry ass" head shakes, lol
Anyway I told a few I knew Brassmonkey from Arizona and now we're drinking Courvoisier and telling stories about fucking white women. Tonight should be interesting.
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