Old Friends

       Old Friends we all have then and respect them, we love them and hate them too. Some are with us in the good times still others are only with us in the bad times. We find ourselves reaching for the same friends over and over like ole' pair of worn jeans. You know the ones, they started out real dark stained everything in the wash but a few years later they were comfortable, now almost faded white seem to be the jean of choice as they are softer than no other and have faded around all our boney knees, hug the dangerous curves, have marks where we hang our phones or knives on, the pockets are even marked different cause we keep our wallets there. They are like our best friends always there always waiting to come out of the drawer or closet, ready to go for the ride, or hit the party scene making us feel even more unbelieveble than we are. We have other friends like those jeans in our closets, well atleast I do. It's my riding boots man!
       I've had these boots for almost 2 decades! They are so confy the souls are well past worn out and its time to say good bye to them. I don't want too, I can't. Last year I even went as far as to buy a new pair but still couldn't part with these boots. There is just no way I can let go of them. I'd like to resoul them, but I'am affraid too, I am affraid they fall apart, I can't toss them and I diffently can't wear them. I'd like to show you a picture of them but who would want to see that. My boots have walked crowed city streets, they've walked open prairie, they strolled small down town areas, climbed up hiking trails to over look mountain ranges, the sat in bars and fancy cars, they've been in strange bedrooms, hung out at parties, been stuffed with news paper and left to dry, they had first rides and last rides, sandy shore, and muddy marshes, they've been to bike events and small events, solo journies and group trips too,  they've seen more of this country than most of its people have, and like my one pair of jeans they are my friends.
      They were there in West Wirginia at the first Country Roads Ralley when it rain like the devil and red mudd covered them completely. They watched helplessly as I was left in the road and the lady drove off after running us over, they were there on that day when finially felt zen with my dyna! They were there when I cautiously left the dealer with my new king. They held me up when I watched a good friend take his last breath, the held me together when I came across a wreck and held a dead woman's hand so her husband still alive could contiue the fight for life. These boots have been to Caribou Maine and ate lobster on the coast, they were at a week long party and help me make drunken phone calls on Dec 23 whishing every one Merry Christmas, They were there when I ran a dead fuzzy thing over in NC, made the journey with me on the Natchez Trace Trail, They've road the dragon like 15 times, crossed the Missississippi River atleast 10 times, They stood at the base of Devil's tour, Crossed the border and helped me find semi presious stones at Thunder Bay. They've been there when I've been looking at a map, and the road signs in TNN going WTF!!!!, The helped me explain some rules to a jackass shooting pool.
       I can't just toss them away, it just wouldn't be right. They've been such good friends the unsong heros to so many of "doah" moments, and higher than high moments. I want them resouled really I do, I'm just affraid to let them go for what happens if they can't be resouled and returned? how would they feel if I wasn't there for them. My Boots, my friends, my trusted compaions, they whom have traveled as far North as Thunder Bay Canada, as far South as Key West, as far West as The rolling hills of Wyoming, how would they feel if I abandon them in their time of need.
              have a great one!  "T"