I wanted to go to South Beach for the Annual Art Deco Festival.  Mark, Steve and I want to fit in with the local South Beach crowd.  Mark, from Puerto Rico gets to be the Hispanic; Steve is the obvious choice for the Jew and that only leaves the bikinied girl or the homosexual.   “I DON’T WANT TO BE THE GAY GUY!” I want to be the Biker.  What do you mean that there are no bikers on South Beach? How about the man that sings with the Indian, the Cop and the sailor?

It was cool out this morning and I planned on being out after dark, so I turned back home to get a jacket.  I banked so tight that I scraped my engine guard, and then later the rear wheel slipped out from under me in the 84 Diner’s dirt driveway.  I was the one telling Steve to meet us at Lester’s Diner for breakfast but out of habit I still headed to the 84 Diner.  Nobody there; let me try out my new Christmas smart phone to call.  The phone doesn’t work!  So I’ll ride to Lester’s; bike won’t start.  Have you ever had such a day when everything goes wrong?  I believe there is a line dividing right from wrong but it doesn’t have to rule over us (Silver lining spiel).  Because I love the adventure who cares if things change? The world won’t end.  Things worked out.  We were also able to meet Robert at the Brickell Irish Pub’s Grand Opening with babes and bikes in downtown Miami. As always…a great time    – Huck -