This weekend in these parts is BiketoberFest.
Bunches and bunches (estimated 100,000) of
two-wheelers roaring into and around town for
most of three days.
Of all the tourist types we get every year, I like
these folks the most.
This time it was super-extra-special because one
of my most favoritist people in da woild rode his bike
from Jacksonville and took time to visit with me.
Mick and I had lunch and chatted and laughed for, oh...
about three hours on the beachside. Helluva great time.
He has a real purdy bike but since I am a chicken shit
with anything that has less than three wheels, he did his
cruising first and saved the best for last. Meaning, me.
I hated to see him go.
Hey, Mick... we still need to meet up at Cross Creek sometime, too.
Thank you for a wonderful day, my friend.