If you DON'T LIKE sad stories...Do Not read this!
Once upon a time....There were these 2 good buddies. They rode everywhere together and life was good.
Then, one day, one of the buddies just rode off to California on his new RT and left the other buddy pineing away, stuck at home with no one to ride with.
But it was ok

hyea: because the buddy who went to California was going to return from his wonderful trip, the 2 buddies would again hook-up, just like before, and ride to Cuba (Missouri, not the country of Cuba, because as far as the 2 buddies knew, Spyders don't float and Castro may not like uninvited SpyderLovers showing up on his shore, though it would be fun to try and outrun the Coast Guard). But that is another story altogether.
Anyway, all was well in the world with the 2 buddies until the forlorn, left at home with no buddy to ride with buddy received a phone call. :dontknow: Seems there was just too much fun and riding and joy and adventure and (well, you get the picture) to sqeeze into such a short 3 or 4 weeks (or was it 5, I lost track). :dontknow:
It seems that the plan had changed. 'Mr. California on my new RT' was not going to be coming home. Instead he would meet his buddy in Cuba.
So, now the 'Left at Home' buddy must ride all the way to Cuba all by himself and he's
ASCARED! :yikes:
Now isn't that just the saddest thing you've ever heard?

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