Orofino

[DDT (12)]

                                                       Orofino…

I rode to the Best Western Plus just because I’d never stayed in that particular motel before, and I was curious about it. Lots of pick-up trucks pulling trailers with fishing boats on them and several Harleys huddled together near the entrance. The place appeared to be rather crowded. Not a good sign, because that probably meant that even if they did have a vacancy, it was probably on the top floor… They did have a lounge, however…

Those bikes weren’t owned by one percenters, though, nope these were all RUBs… (Rich Urban Bikers). Really nice looking brand new rides, well blinged out, spotlessly clean as pins, and well-dressed folks in new leathers and… you know the type. Anyway, this was definitely not the place for yours truly.

We rode a bit further to the White Pines Motel where we’d always stayed before… Yeah, this was more like it. Lots of bikes of various makes there, too, but these were actual riders… No event or anything going on in town, just lots folks trying to crowd in one more road trip before the season ends up here. They had a vacancy for me!

I got the room and began settling in. At check-in, I’d learned that a new couple owns this place. The couple I’d known before had retired… Well, he had retired, I was told. She’d taken ill and died, then he’d lost interest in the place… Now, a new couple with bright eyes, boundless energy, bubbling enthusiasm, and a grand dream had taken over. Nice folks, and I liked them… And, I liked what they’d done with the place since buying it.

I also felt really sorry for the nice folks I’d known in years past… Just the final stage in the drama of life for all living creatures… Once they’d been exactly like the new owners… one day the new owners will be just like the ones I’d known… and the cycle will repeat itself again.

Two Harley riders about the same age as this writer were staying in the room next door, and they were really nice, friendly guys. One of them and I went to the Brass Rail a bit later for some libation and decompression… He later returned to his room, while I went further on down the street to see what was up with my old favorite bar in this hamlet… It was still there…

Several folks were already there going strong, and this time no vetting ritual was observed… Nope, I was just allowed right in to the social mix and things progressed from there. There was this young gal, actually a year or so younger than my granddaughter, who somehow wound up seated next to me… and she was quite friendly. At first, I suspected she might be a ‘working girl’, but that turned out not to be the case.

Nope, she was actually a four-star party animal! A college graduate who apparently had thoroughly enjoyed sorority life. And, she liked to dance… a lot. She claimed the guys in this town didn’t like to dance, and that was her biggest disappointment since moving there a couple of years before. Then she tugged on my arm, insisted I get out on the dance floor, and… Against my better judgement I went along.

Now you need to understand… I can really move around on a dance floor, particularly when nobody around knows me, and I’ve had a few… but there’s simply no way that can be called dancing… not with a straight face anyway… In fact, I’m pretty sure what I do is banned in several counties in Alabama…

This went on for quite a while… In between some risky, energetic twirling episodes that included some awkward high stepping and curious spontaneous gyrations, there were copious quantities of brews consumed, which were purchased Dutch treat at her insistence… plus a few shots. What is it with this shot thing? I mean, I can get plumb precious on beer alone, so I don’t really need any supplements… It does seem to be a social thing, though, and… well… I am a sociable guy…

I finally had to take my leave and stagger back to the motel… Mercifully, I knew the way and didn’t get lost. Somewhere in between the scene of the crime and my bed for the night, I reached a decision… I would not be riding the next day… possibly the day after either, assuming I did survive!

There is an old saying, “You can never go back.” I’ve often thought about that premise, and my experience has clearly borne out the efficacy of that observation… Usually it’s because nothing stays the same, therefore things, no matter how desirable, can ever be exactly duplicated or repeated. Sometimes, however, it’s simply because the statute of limitations hasn’t run… I may have to wait another decade before returning again to Orofino…

DDT

[robin]

Good write and rest up you might want to stay away from them young things in the future

[DDT (12)]

Good write and rest up you might want to stay away from them young things in the future

I should have heeded that advice half a century ago! Would have saved me a lot of grief... and a fortune, too, but then... you know. They do have a certain draw that for many of us is simply irresistible... How are things with you...? Logging any miles on that new Wing. Got your health thingy well on its way to being a distant memory?

DDT

[The emperor has no clothes]

You old dog you.  sounds like fun. 

[DDT (12)]

Yep! Sure is!      Having the time of my life!   

DDT

[Valkorado]

Well, that's a different kind of feeling the groove!  Glad you got to feel it nonetheless.





Hopefully what happens in Orofino stays in Orofino.  

[Oss]

Tell ya what ya old fossil.

Have the young ladies send the selfie's with you or without you to my email addy 

Then we can post the evidence of your adventures

I will forward them to Serk or someone who actually can put up pics without using the photostash

[Bigwolf]

Sometimes the road of life has especially enjoyable curves for us when we take the time to savor them.  Sometimes those curves leave us with a heavy head for a while too.
Thanks for another read that made me smile and laugh.

[Rams]

Tell ya what ya old fossil.

Have the young ladies send the selfie's with you or without you to my email addy 

Then we can post the evidence of your adventures

I will forward them to Serk or someone who actually can put up pics without using the photostash

I have no doubt, someone took video of the phenomenon.   So that's what the T in DDT stands for, Travolta.     Who Knew.................   Great story Bruce, keep'em coming.   

[DDT (12)]

What can I say, folks... It ain't always easy being me, but it sure is fun!!! Made the turn the other day, and now I'm headed back to take care of some business and a few chores... Soon enough, though, I'll be 'at large' and on the prowl again... In the meantime, I may have to invest is some serious dancing shoes...

DDT

[robin]

Good write and rest up you might want to stay away from them young things in the future

I should have heeded that advice half a century ago! Would have saved me a lot of grief... and a fortune, too, but then... you know. They do have a certain draw that for many of us is simply irresistible... How are things with you...? Logging any miles on that new Wing. Got your health thingy well on its way to being a distant memory?

DDT

Liking the wing Bruce it's like a sport bike almost the health thingy is happening the 27th of the month we will see then.

[Wizzard]

I am sure you have learned by now the more you drink the better you dance. 

[DDT (12)]

Robin,

Yeah, I hear that a lot about the Wings! Best of luck to ya on the 27th... We'll all be thinking about you and sending positive vibes your way...

DDT


Wiz,

 Yeah! That is certainly true in my case!!!

DDT

[solo1]

You can come close, Bruce, but you never can go completely back.

I've seen a lot of changes and been to a few places too. It's funny for me that  I am generally disappointed when I go back.  Seems like the memories get jacked up.

Too funny. When I was at the DRU this past weekend, a nice looking young Desi Indian girl who was doing the breakfast counter setup at the motel, came up to me and started a conversation.  She was nice.  We had a pleasant conversation but I couldn't help but think that I reminded her of her grandfather, or worse yet, her great grandfather.

After a good marriage I am once again single since my wife died but the women I see now are ALL younger than me.  The word 'see' being the key word in the sense that I note them with my eyes.

[CaribouHunter]

My Bruce you do have some wonderful adventures, great read.  Thanks. 

[3fan4life]

You can come close, Bruce, but you never can go completely back.

I've seen a lot of changes and been to a few places too. It's funny for me that  I am generally disappointed when I go back.  Seems like the memories get jacked up.

Too funny. When I was at the DRU this past weekend, a nice looking young Desi Indian girl who was doing the breakfast counter setup at the motel, came up to me and started a conversation.  She was nice.  We had a pleasant conversation but I couldn't help but think that I reminded her of her grandfather, or worse yet, her great grandfather.

After a good marriage I am once again single since my wife died but the women I see now are ALL younger than me.  The word 'see' being the key word in the sense that I note them with my eyes.

A fellow that is about 10 yrs younger than me made a statement the other day about hoping that a certain young lady had a "Daddy" complex.

My response was that at my age she would need to have a "Grand Daddy" complex. 

[havoc]

Dang....I gotta get my ass to Orofino 

Another very entertaining read! Thanks again

[GiG]

                                                       Orofino…

We rode a bit further to the White Pines Motel where we’d always stayed before… Yeah, this was more like it. Lots of bikes of various makes there, too, but these were actual riders… No event or anything going on in town, just lots folks trying to crowd in one more road trip before the season ends up here. They had a vacancy for me!


Several folks were already there going strong, and this time no vetting ritual was observed… Nope, I was just allowed right in to the social mix and things progressed from there. There was this young gal, actually a year or so younger than my granddaughter, who somehow wound up seated next to me… and she was quite friendly. At first, I suspected she might be a ‘working girl’, but that turned out not to be the case.

Nope, she was actually a four-star party animal! A college graduate who apparently had thoroughly enjoyed sorority life. And, she liked to dance… a lot. She claimed the guys in this town didn’t like to dance, and that was her biggest disappointment since moving there a couple of years before. Then she tugged on my arm, insisted I get out on the dance floor, and… Against my better judgement I went along.

Now you need to understand… I can really move around on a dance floor, particularly when nobody around knows me, and I’ve had a few… but there’s simply no way that can be called dancing… not with a straight face anyway… In fact, I’m pretty sure what I do is banned in several counties in Alabama…

This went on for quite a while… In between some risky, energetic twirling episodes that included some awkward high stepping and curious spontaneous gyrations, there were copious quantities of brews consumed, which were purchased Dutch treat at her insistence… plus a few shots. What is it with this shot thing? I mean, I can get plumb precious on beer alone, so I don’t really need any supplements… It does seem to be a social thing, though, and… well… I am a sociable guy…
…

DDT

I would pay good money to see video of THAT scene!
Rock On, Bruce