We got separated and I ended up on the promenade for over an hour trying to escape. Did get to see Paul Jr. talking to a crowd though. Didn't stop. Couldn't! After making a mad dash escape around a traffic cop I found a semi quiet spot and tracked down the Murf via cell phone. He said quit bitching and meet at the Holiday Inn where we had reservations. I did both. This is the view from the balcony:
Okay, Murf n I always said if we ever made this trip we'd sit down and have a boat drink (tropical to non-parrothead types) to celebrate our arrival. That took place at the outdoor bar photographed from the same balcony:
As we sat down to enjoy the festive libation none other than Mr. Jimmy Buffett started singing over the house music system (a recording, not really him performing live). Imagine, parrothead music in the foreground, waves crashing on the beach in the background and a faint hint of sea gulls making their sea gull noises. God is so good to me.
We owe a lot to the sturdiness of the iron horses that have done a slam bang job of getting us here. I can't say enough about my first Harley experience. And to think the trip will end up over 2000 miles if the Good Lord is willing:
That's the '05 1200C Sportster with FULL Screaming Eagle Mod on Murf's left and the Heritage Classic El Supremo on the right. The Sportster rode like a dream with the new rubber motor mounts and let me tell ya brothers and sisters this particular unit is FAST! And what else can be said about the Heritage? Beautiful, comfortable, roadworthy and THE classic.
As I sit looking out the window opening onto the balcony, off in the distance there are stars on the water. Yes, our Amazing God has truly blessed me once again. Murf agrees wholeheartedly.
"Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul."
~H.D. Murphy
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