midnight teamster... (cowboy?)

Well folks - it is official - I am nothing but white biker trash (according to the sista in the car next to me at a red light a few hours ago...)


I woke from my evening nap and pulled the scooter out of the garage. I took great pains to not start it until I was suited up and ready to ride... (do not wish to anger neighbors more than I already do.).

It was a nice 77 degrees at 23:30 - so I opted for t shirt and jeans...
I usually leather up and wear a helmet at night - but it was so warm and with no traffic I figured I would risk it all.

Rode up past work to see who was hanging out in the parking lot - to my surprise no one was there - looked like a few Memphis drivers getting ready to leave - but none of my cincy guys.

I rode over to charlies throtle stop (favorite bar)



and Rachel was working by herself - and I was the only customer...

one 12 oz later and I was off...

I rode 75 south to the river - then cut across to the stadiums...

the reds and Bengals have some pretty fancy new stadiums thanks in part to my tax dollars...

now how about winning some games?

anyway - I cut across the downtown area with NO ONE out on the streets - kinda creepy riding around a big city at 2am...

found the merge for state route 42 an d rode north through the ghetto...

wow - a white guy with a shaved head and goatee on a Harley gets a lot of negative attention down there!

after being yelled at at every intersection I kept heading north until I was back into my home 'ville of reading /evendale/sharonville/blueash

yeah I know - but it is like this - my zip is in sharonville - my front yard looks out over evendale and reading and my back yard is technically in blue ash...

(imagine building a house on top of the "4 corners..").

I stopped by the waffle house on my way home (yeah - gourmet I know) and chatted with the "lost souls" that haunt a waffle house at 3am...

dunno guys - I am so glad to have found a path that suits me - I figure a few wrong turns in life and I would have assimilated into their group pretty quickly.

luckily I have always had enough drive and motivation to keep me above the fray.

3 old Dominion drivers came in and noticed my roadway t shirt... we sat and talked for 45 minutes about the sorry state of affairs in freight right now.

I pardoned myself and rode home - and noticed that the temp had really dropped - past the dew point in fact - and by the time I pulled back into my garage it was kinda clammy and chilly out.


so there we are - another night in the life of everyones favorite 62 mph teamster...

(and yes the question is "do you ever work?")

I get that all the time -


yes - I go back to work Saturday morning... hoping for an Atlanta run or maybe something into the Carolinas

dunno.

it all pays the same.

p.s. - the wife slept through my antics... poor girl has to open the resturant up in a few hours by herself - so she went to bed early.