03-03-2025, 04:06 PM
One time we rode up to Chuckanut to Taylor Shellfish Farms. It was a long time ago, and I was on my 1996 H-D FLHT. DJ was on his Road King. Beech was on his taxi, a K1200RS. Roger was on his '92 FLHS. We all ordered a few raw oysters each and went out to the picnic table to enjoy our lunch. Beech pulled a bottle of tobasco sauce out of a pocket on his Aerostich. DJ pulled out several airline bottles of Cuervo Gold out of a pocket of his Vanson leather jacket. Awright!
I remember my lips were kinda numb as we were riding back toward Mount Vernon. Was it the tobasco? The tequila? Maybe it was biotoxins in the oysters? Good thing those Harleys have autopilots, that's all I can say...
Oh yeah - that was way back when. Now we just have coffee, tea, or plain water with our lunch at the Safety Meetings nowadays.
Seeya
ATB
I remember my lips were kinda numb as we were riding back toward Mount Vernon. Was it the tobasco? The tequila? Maybe it was biotoxins in the oysters? Good thing those Harleys have autopilots, that's all I can say...
Oh yeah - that was way back when. Now we just have coffee, tea, or plain water with our lunch at the Safety Meetings nowadays.
Seeya
ATB