Page3man and TC(Tom Carlson) showed up around 9:00 this morning. I was having a second cup of joe and chatting with Rita when I heard the rumble. Rita asked "what's that I'm hearing?" Told her that's a couple Valkyries, she wanted to know how I could tell from inside the house. Said "I just know that sound" and headed for the garage. There was Dave(correct name?) and my old friend TC whom I hadn't seen in a few years. Tom and I had a good chat reminiscing over rides of the past, one was the passing of Thor's hammer along with the banner on to Fred and DD. We got over there rather late after spending a couple hours at Gatorland, our meeting place and they gave us the cook's tour of the place. Even let us into one gator pen whereupon one of the riders from south Fla. sat on a gator's back and held his mouth shut. Needless to say, he was holding on tight and forcing a grin. Later one of the gals handed TC a small gator which he placed on his bike seat, at which point the gator peed on it producing what we dubbed as the original Gator Ade. I digress....the ride over to New Smyrna was colder than a witch's....it was cold!!! It was late by the time we left Fred/DD's and TC had access to a clients beach condo so we sacked out there and headed home the next day. Thinking back on those times brought some good laughs from all 3 of us.
When I saw the bikes it became obvious why I could hear them.....both were running Cobras. We had a great visit, I had a chance to show them some of the stuff I'd done to both the Valk and the 1200. But, with the skies darkening and time slipping away, they took their leave before the liquid sunshine hit. It was a good break for me to have a couple visitors drop in, so you all keep in mind the door to the Schmidt House is always open....no matter how you read this sentence.
PS: Page3man....you're too easily impressed, but thanks.
