There is a strict "coozy" rule that the men I was with abide by; leave it on an empty can and walk away and thats a round for the group. Be that its still early for me, I am the culprit and step to the bar. "Twenty two budweisers I say" but all I here is a laugh.
"Go next store and buy a case because we dont have that many left," is the reply of the other bartender.
Mind you its only 8:45 in the morning and the bar is already out of Budweiser. Naturally the liquor store is able to oblige me and the drinking carries on at the bar for another hour.
Once my eyes adjusted to the morning light outside the bar, We proceeded to hop on to the next town of the day via road bycicle. One would truly be amazed at how the breeze on your face and the simple act of peddling can transform 22 drunk and dirty old men into 1 fine tuned machine.
This day would continue on with 4 more towns like the first and 70 miles on the bycicle. Sinnce it was my first time touching a road bike in over three years the consequences will be severe.
But for these men that I was riding with (my father included) this was just the third day of a seven day trip. I have since gone back to my previous position of driving the RV. It is only 42feet. Of coarse when you add on the 20 foot trailer it tows it is longer than a semi truck. It took me an hour to get into a parking spot the other day and the driver was actualy impressed that I was able to perform in about 30 turns back and forth. After setting up camp I am usually not able to start drinking myself away untill about one or two in the afternoon.
There are few things I know but one is this, my generation and my fathers generation have two very different ideas when it comes to taking a vacation.
I bought a book from a homless man this morning at breakfast, dan