We all have people in our lives that forever change the direction of our future. It isn't usually evident at the time the crossroad is chosen. Or even that it is a crossroad at all.
I am praying that Lamont recovers 100%. And I wish there were something that I could do to help. This isn't much. But I'm hoping it can do something for my friend that I cannot.
Get Well My Friend!
A Priceless Friend!
I rode upon 2-wheels, for more years than I can count,
With many faithful steeds, each one a spirited mount.
Some shined with chrome and glossy paint, others moved in muted black.
And every time I ventured out, I found myself not wanting to come back.
From adventures with good riding buds, to destinations without a cause.
When offered to ride, near or far, I never stopped to pause.
And then it came to my attention, with a friend’s more than casual mention,
“You need to get yourself one of these!! Do it now, if you please.”
“What in the world?” I exclaimed in dismay. ”I’m not buying that! Forget it! No Way!”
As I looked at the newfangled rig on his screen. It was the strangest thing I’d ever seen. (And I told him so)
“What do you mean?” He cried in offence. “I just bought one for myself. What are you against?”
“It’s 3-wheels”, I said with a start. “To part with 2-wheels would break my heart.”
“Just look at that thing! They built it all wrong. 2-wheels in the front, with a big fat 3rd trailing along.”
“And what about the glaring fact, that they aren’t even sure they’re going to make them yet!”
“You’re a stick in the mud and stuck in your ways.” He said quite rudely, as I stood there amazed.
“But if you won’t buy one, I’ll ride mine alone. Then you’ll be sorry, ‘cause it will be Bad to the Bone!”
I went back home, all in a huff. I had my sweet Suzuki M109R. And that was more than enough.
When something came over me, creeping strange in my mind. I logged onto BRP's website, and their contract I signed.
I called up my buddy, and told him the deed. I was a genius, we both agreed.
His arrived first, bright yellow and clean. My Silver Moon pick was nowhere to be seen.
30 days later, mine was ready to go. But I was in Tennessee, and it was in south Florida, you know.
So, down we went, on a road trip in the sun. Me in my truck, and Lamont slinging shotgun.
We took our first ride together, the very next day, it was a blast! I am happy to say!
The rest is history. And how it did spawn. Lamonster Garage, and BajaRon!