Strangely, I have never been there. Friends have gone every year for decades. I just never have gone.
I do want to go to the swap meets.
I tell ya Hack……I’ve only been once.
And I’ve got the usual reasons this year not to go.
And I’m kinda pissed off with myself in that regard.
Effin letting my work, or situation in life at the moment, or others, or their feelings, or their wants, dictate
what amounts to a small space in my calendar year.
I know one thing. When I went, I had to pretty much flip all that stuff off.
And am on the verge of doing it again.
Which, really, shouldn’t be that way.
I mean, so what. I lose jobs to others all the time.
The world will not stop turning if I blow off a few more.
The bills will get paid.
And really, others pull the “I really want or had todo” whatever card at times.
So, should one really give a f$&k?
Hey, it’s not just the bikes. Or swap meets.
Or the bikinis. Or watching glimpses of guys doing 160mph
from 200 yards away.
After months holed up in the house, under grey skies,
doing all the things a good guy should do, no matter how mundane, believe it, it’s good for the soul.
That week down there, the Sunshine, the warm weather, the smell of salt water, the green grass, the palm trees, the time off to just do whatever the hell you want, just the attitude of, well, fun, is something a guy should experience at least once.
At the very least.