TODAY IS THE TOMORROW WE THOUGHT ABOUT YESTERDAY!

TUESDAY!  You know, sometimes there are days and then sometimes there are DAYS!  Today is definitely one of those DAYS!  They say that timing is everything in life (especially if you're using the rhythm method of birth control) and today proved that point again and again - and in GREAT ways believe it or not!  We started out with the basic Tuesday morning size 7 3/8 hangover after drinking (accidentally) too many pitchers of ice cold Budweiser (proud sponsors of the Riding4Beer Magical Mystery Tour) last night at the original Hooters in Clearwater, Florida.  That's sorta how we start every day so it wasn't  a big deal, but then the stars aligned and harmonic convergence took over!  (in other words - weird sh_t started working to our advantage!).

We rode south to St. Petersburg (waste - except for a visit to a ceramics company) and then northeast to Tampa (double waste).  Actually, we were crossing Tampa Bay on some long ass bridge (like 10 miles long - not kidding!) and two toothless drunks in a beat up pickup truck started yelling at us (at 65 MPH!).  We finally figured out they were yelling that our tail light was burned out!  This friends, is proof that toothless hillbillies in a twenty year-old pickup truck are smarter than all the soccer moms in Lexus SUV's that passed us - although  we do prefer the latter when they're drunk, wearing lingerie and feeling under appreciated!

Anyway, we rode on and called 1-800-Google (NOT KIDDING - but actually it's 1-800-Goog411) when we stopped for gas and were immediately directed to a Harley dealer just 2 miles away - and in the direction we were going anyway!  At the dealership we bought the damn $5.99 bulb (it should still be under warranty after 75,000 miles and 6 years, shouldn't it?) and $70 bucks worth of t-shirts, but we also learned that the route we were following basically went to nowhere fun, interesting, exciting, lewd, or socially irresponsible.  So, we opted to stay right across the street from the Harley dealer in a Day's Inn (where we actually had a discount coupon!).  Within in minutes after checking in the skies opened up and rain started falling, but we didn't care in the least because guess what else is right across the street?  Oh you betcha, HOOTERS!  Sometimes timing really is everything, now just where are those soccer moms?...

                                          BONUS DAY!  SIX (count 'em!) PICTURES - BECAUSE WE CAN!

      
             OH YEAH!  This is "the" original Hooters!                          The world's largest earthen ceramics kiln (so they say!)

      
 The Tampa Bay bridge is where it all started happening!           A screwdriver and pliers can fix anything on a Harley!

      
      Chris said a burned out bulb means time for a new bike!        Wade & Duane gave us  the bulb - but charged $5.99 for handling!
 

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  • 6/23/2009 2:58 PM L and M wrote:
    Is this not the Riding4Beer Magical Mystery Tour?  Earthen ceramics kiln?
    NO NO NO NO!  How could you miss it,  that my friend's is a partially buried UFO. Take another look!!!

    You must really be drinking!!!!!

    Ride safe our friends!

    L&M
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  • 6/23/2009 10:28 PM Allen and Karen wrote:
    Shouldn't the original Hooters girl be older the your youngest Child?




    Just sayin!
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  • 6/24/2009 7:50 AM guy and cary wrote:
    Kevin, if you opened your mouth any wider you could eat a bratwurst sideways you crazy bastard ya!  Glad to see your both downing alot of Budweisers on your trip.  All those Hooters girls and the heat makes you both parched.  Remember this always motorcycle cowboy and cowgirl, we cannot help but love you two.  Happy trails to you until we meet again...
     
    guy and cary.
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