Tue 9 Sep 2008
The bartender in Port Aransas asked us if we were camping on the beach. We didn’t know we could. She said, “oh yeah, there’s a county park by the pier with showers and a bathroom.” That sounded great to us, so Shannon and I headed down to the beach. Like Daytona, here you can drive on the hard packed sand on the beach. I’ve never ridden on sand, so before checking into the park we rode a few miles along the shore just to get the feel of it. Of course the bike was a little squirley with the bagel back tire and all the weight in the cases, but I was feeling like a little bit cocky, confidently keeping control cruzing at about 25 mph. Then I saw Larry.
He rode in on a fully loaded Honda Goldwing, four fishing poles sticking out of the back, a cooler, and the Doors playing loud on the stereo. For those of you that don’t know, a Goldwing is theRV of the motorcycle world. We are riding light weight, nimble bikes that are made to ride in all kinds of conditions. Larry’s bike is the exact opposite, built for comfort above all else. That machine should not have been able to go where he was taking it.
But don’t tell Larry.
