Goin Ridin

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.

About travellinbaen

I'm a 40 year old lawyer living in Ridgeland, Mississippi. I'm several years and a couple hundred miles removed from most of my old running buddies so I started the blog to provide an outlet for many of the observations and ideas that used to be the subjects of our late night/happy hour/halftime conversations and arguments.
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3 Responses to Goin Ridin

  1. Samsmama says:

    I wanna go! I’ll even pitch in for the beer, because I’m generous like that. But I’m not a tent kind of gal, so if you could drop me at a hotel that’d be super!

    By the way, I am completely unable to read “A1A” without my brain following it up with “Beach Front Avenue”. Thanks much, Vanilla Ice. So imagine my utter glee when I landed a job working on just that road. Heavenly!

  2. Harmony says:

    Sounds amazing. My heart yearns for a road trip too! Some days I can visualize the tires grabbing at the road and pulling me away.

  3. Jessie Lou says:

    SM – I did the exact same thing! 2nd reference to that song in one 24 hour period as a matter of fact. No worries on the tent – TB can confirm it is outside of a bar called the Flora-Bama – your hotel could be next door within walking distance.

    Good ride TB – I could almost feel the sun on my face through the open window as the wind knotted up my hair in the breeze.

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