On 06-06-06 I went straight to Hell (Michigan) where I saw fire, smelled sulfur (matches), and saw berm stone after hearing that there was a motorcycle event in that tiny berg. Lots of other goofy people showed up, thousands of motorcycles lined the single road. I bought Gatorade and a post card from the store, wrote on the card to my wife that no matter how far away, she was always on my mind and in my heart. Thinking she would get a post card from Hell dated 06-06-06, I realized. Danm, I forgot to address the card. Is my forgetfulness a message?
2006-06-08
16:28:44
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They actually ran out of stamps and it took an hour waiting in line to get in the store. I wrote the message and gave postmistress the card sans address.
I was hoping something good would come of this. Saving the world from destruction is fairly good. Thank you for helping me feel good about that. Now I can be arrogant like Satan; after all, saving the world has to be about as good as creating it.
About the motorcycles: Harleys by the thousands. Son rode a Triumph Speed Triple, I rode a Triumph Rocket III, both highly modified so we could ride like bats out of...There were many custom Harleys. So much noise so few ponies. I was surprised there weren't more crotch rockets. The event was not like an Easyriders Rodeo and thats good because there were a few kids there too.
It wasn't actually that good of a time and I'm glad it was only a once in a lifetime ordeal.
After being married 40 years it's easy to think about her: How did we get old so fast? Yes, OLD!
All great answers!
2006-06-08
16:58:11 ·
update #1