Quote of the Day:

“Buy the ticket. Take the ride.” –Hunter S. Thompson

It’s 77 and sunny today in Ridgeland, the kind of day that usually makes TB want to be outside fishing, hiking, biking or the like. But today the old XM Roady 2 breathed its last. So I broke out the earbuds and listened to some old school tunage on my ipod, along with some more recent songs that remind me of the old days. I didn’t want to be out in the beautiful weather being active after awhile. I wanted to go ridin with a couple of my old asshole runnin buddies, without a destination in mind, a cooler of beer in the back, the windows down, and talkin about nothin, if talkin at all.

We all have to work, we all want to spend as much time as possible with our kids who are growing up a helluva lot faster than we did. There isn’t enough time any more for our ARB’s, at least not real time. I try to squeeze in a day or an evening here and there and it’s always good when I can. For the most part we hold on to the ARB bonds, the oldest we have outside our folks, through email and blog arguments and one liners in text messages. But I haven’t been ridin in years, and today I wanted to in the worst way. I had to settle for a little time travellin in my mind, and parenthetically, I wonder, are those memories really held in brain cells hobbled by age and ancient mistreatment or is the almost physical sensation I get when tapping them simply psychosomatic?

Any day of ridin consists of a cruise down Beach Boulevard, then up Market Street in Pascagoula. I think it would be nice to double back down Market and come up Pascagoula Street past PJ and the old PHS and across Highway 90 to the Fort for a bladder break. Since its mind travellin, we’d go from there out to Sardis, check out the crops in the woods near Clear Creek, then head back to the coast for the cruise over to Perdido with no traffic on the Jubilee Bridge, and before long under the tent for a couple of hours at the Flora-Bama. Ain’t no roadblocks on this trip, so we’ll restock the cooler and head for the A1A, 45 miles per hour down through the Keys, slowing to 25 over the 7 Mile Bridge. There’s no good ridin once you get to Key West, so after Big Pine Key we’ll just pull back into the Point in Goula and talk about the days when we’d have had a good bonfire goin here, and any girl you were hopin to see would be cruisin through before long, and maybe she’d jump in for a ride back over to the Fort, just for a little while, but not now, just back in the day.