Alright, its another trip down memory lane this time it's one that was kind of requested. I had to spend a few hours to rewind my life like 12 or 13 years to reach this uttertly stupid nonsense from folks that were few years older than me and supposedly more mature. Hum, I believe I was playing pool in the APA and we were in the Town Tavern in Atco, NJ, my team the Woodbriar Breakers were playing team TT. The ex and I were sitting at the bar which is located right on top of the pool tables. When what does the wind blow in but Tommy and his wife Judy Booty. We greeted them, bought them a drink, then Gary strolled over to them and I stayed behind for It was my game and I was a solid 4 shooting a most definate 7. Well, I won the game as the 7 steped all over his own dick during the game. Tommy and Judy leave, and Gary comes over and says, "they're, going to Sturgis this summer." "oh, good for them they'll love it, the sky is so big and all the colors just seem intensified, not to mention the scenery and bike stuff that goes on." He says, " ah that's right you've been there with THEM."
The winter slowly turns to spring as the year does, Gary started thinking more and more about going to Sturgis, but no discussing it. So, one day he comes to me and says be ready to roll by 10am. OK, so 10am I'm in the driveway, and we cruise over to Tommy and Judy's home in Atco. There we meet my co worker Reggie and her husband, Big Tom and Dawn, Mike and Shoe, and Marty. Now I work with Reggie so I know her, I know Mike and Shoe from around and Marty from the Woodbriar and Town. So, we babbled with ease as we wait for Judy booty to get ready. Reggie says, " you still riding that 77 I see, LOL! I guess that's why you out with a group, good thing Mike came. Mike is an awesome wrench, and the 77 had a bad habit of shaking itself so that random "stuff" would fall off. Tommy and Judy finially come out. I am the only lady rider.To make a long story short we go on several rides throught the spring together than Gary announces to me that we are Going to Sturgis the year 2000, next year 2001 we will go to Laconia again and be their tour guides ok. whatever.
I've just met Judy booty, Big Tom and dawm, Tommy now know as "Little Tom", Juday asked me a few questions on how did I learn how to ride and what was the best way to go about riding, you see she was going to buy a new heritage and ride it to Sturgis. Reggie listening is says best way is take the MSF course at Glouster County College, I"ve got my class in two weeks, and Dave found me a 67 shovel, so I can ride to Sturgis too. Reggie and Judy go about to babbling about being bad asses and riding to Sturgis. I said something to Judy like don't wait too long before ya call your going to want some practice before you leave and a long road trip is nowhere's to learn to ride. I believe Judy Booty told me if you can do it Tumbles, that means I can do it and I won't be riding no used wreck of a skirtster either I'll be ridding a real bike a brand new Heritage, and I doubt that you could make it there. I think you'll get over the PA bridge and end up turning back. Little Tom comes over and grabs his wife reall fast like. What Judy didn't know is in 91 I went to Sturgis on the 77.
March quickly turns to April, and I convince Judy to call MSF to take the course. She does and passes. Yay! Judy I am so happy for you. Her Heritage wasn't due in until the very beging of August. So I said to her um I think you need to practice. Why not go get just a cheapo jap bike and get the feel of it, cause it isn't the same as the controlled conditions on the range, I mean trust me 60 feels different than 15. She once again brought up the Tumbleweed naming affair. To remind me that I droped a bike at a stand still in a gravel lot for all to see, and that she took the MSF and was already a better rider than I'd ever be. Im ny mind I thought really, I've been riding for about 13 years now and she's only had range practice? Really? I walked off with me water to go and Dance with Big Tom on the Pole in the middle of the dance floor.
A little later that day in a different bar we were all sitting getting some smaks and once again the ball busting started about me droping my bike here at the Watering Hole and how everyone saw, its kind of funny since she wasn't even there when it happened but well any way to put me down seemed to be Judy's game. Then she turns to me and says to you think I could ride Tommys Wide Glide, I said well sure why not? I mean she knew if she was confident or not. Right. Then again how she was getting a heritage and how much better rider she is because her husband is going to let her take his wg for a ride, cause that's how good she is at riding. I know really? Its now Mid July, and Little Tommy Pulls his WG out of the garage and rides it up the driveway to the skirt, we are all parked in the street waiting once again for the Judy Booty to get ready.
She comes out in a light leather jacket and pulls on gloves and states that she has to go get some smokes before we leave and will be right back as she's taking Tommy's WG. OK, So we all swager to he driveway walls and sit down and start to babble while we wait for Judy to come back. the driveway has a downward slope towards the garage. So Judy checks the mirror makes sure she looks hot, lipsticks up, pulls the bike up off the kickstand, once again comments what a good rider she is, and that she's never droped a bike, and that her husband is letting her ride his bike until hers comes in cause she rides and handles a bike 10 times better than Tumbles. (she had never riddien anywhere this is her first flight) she pulls in the clutch rolls the bike around fines Neutral, the back half of he bike is now mostly heading down hill, she goes to start the bike, it kicks over, she releases the clutch give is gas like she's going to burn out right out of the driveway, pulls her feet up to the pegs, rolls backward about 3" and KABOOM, right on the left hand side. She's just laying there and we all jump, she screaming my leg, my leg, Little Tommy screamming my fucking bike, Judys leg got stuck under the bike but was fine. Reggie and myself told her to stay for a few mimutes and calm down first. The guys get the bike up, and well It's fixable but the clutch, shifter, passanger pegs, turn signals and left tank wipe out. I say not one word or bust balls cause I know how it feels. The guys are laugh their asses off, cause she just got done ragging on me, and over 13 years I've advanced byond the Tumbleweed affair.
The Heritage comes in 2 weeks before we leave for Sturgis. During this two weeks they are finializing their plans and still getting I'm riding the heritage to Sturgis, she hadn't sat on the bike yet. However the new song was I should ride cause I will be slowing the group down as we make our way west due to the fact I don't ride as good as Booty Judy. They down right Told Gary if I bring my bike they will not slow down so I can keep up. Well, we meet the day and leave, Big Tom and Dawn on his shovel, Gene and Sara on their Ultra, Brian on his heritage, Marty on his 71 police bike, Mike and Shoe on his 65 Pan, Reggie and Dave on his shovel, Gary on his Heritage, Little Tom and Booty on her heritage, me on my 77. Well, Mike and Shoe don't go faster than 65mph and I am thankful, Dave and Reggie can't ride longer than 70 miles which is perfect for me 77 with the 2.2 peanut tamk, The whole way when we stopped to sleep at the rest stops, and such I was dogged about how I was slowing the group down, Judy proclaiming that if the Wide Glide was more suited for long distace travel she would be riding the Heritage. We all got to Sturgis, and well the group divided up, Booty and Tommy only went to main street every day for the week, we hit the hills, the big bars, the different races, sight seeing, and to a big bike show that my friend Joanna and Jimmy were showing off their last creation that ended up going into EasyRider Mag, Went to American Iron Dinner with them. Rode home, one Heritage went for sale by November with 3500 miles. Booty never ever tried to ride a bike after the driveway afair, but yet continuously brought up what a crappy rider I was that's why I rode and old skirtster that would shake itself apart so know one would notice if I dropped it. This trip was one of complete misery for me because of one backseat thinking that she was more important than anyone else on the ride, the constand bitching had the two of them and Marty the whole week alone, the three went home alone as no one wanted to be apart of the constant bitch drama. It was later stated that the drama was all created by Tumbleweed Chick, and that I single handedly ruined eveyone's vacations. Do I believe this hell no, if your vacation was ruined its on you, did I have a miserble ride out hell yes, am I sad she never rode again yes I am, never once did I bust her stones about it or mentioned it. This is the first time I am doing so. Me personally regardeless if she was my wife or not, I would have eventually gotten tired of hearing it and dumped her ass on the side of the road and tell her to find her own way home. When we were all home, it came out that Tumbleweed with her drama bullshit ruined everyone's trip because I caused Booty to Dump her Husbands WG in the driveway two weeks before Sturgis and then I wouldn't pay to fix the bike. My name once again was mud, this point of view was only shared by the fender jewelery in the area, which didn't mean crap to me after all they are just back there to decorate anyway. I at that point earned much respect of the younger bikers, cause none of them would even think of going to Sturgis 1,800 mile trip on a sportster let alone an AMF one at that. Have a great one! "T"
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