Got a phone call about 5:00 Friday, it was Boston. Said she was broke-down, Caveman went to find a master-link.
Me: ‘OK, shit happens. Where are you?’
Boston: ‘In the middle of f’ing nowhere!’
Me: ‘How far is that from the intersection of 60 and 72?’
Boston: ‘I have no f’ing idea’.
Me: OK, see you when you get here’.
Boston: ‘I’ll keep you posted’.
We looked at the map and ‘the middle of f’ing nowhere’ looked to be 30-40 miles from where we were. Whatever it was, about 20 minutes later Dave and I were pulling up to the scene of the crime.
I checked my odometer, looked at Boston and said: ‘I just rode 651 miles to find your ass broke-down in the middle of the desert?' Then laughed my ass off!
It was the perfect start to a MC camp-out.
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