What a great time we had in South Florida. I think I'm getting spoiled though. Jorge gives me the keys to his HD truck, the house, and insists I come and go as if it's my house. They treated us like royalty! Martha can cook those Columbian breakfast cakes with cheese! Yum Yum. Jorge had every flavor of beer imaginable. WHY ever leave? Temps were 80-85.
We visited AJ's factory just soulth of West Palm beach. Miker took us all around his best spots on Tuesday. He knows how to drink and smoke! So much talent, so little time to learn from the master. I'm saving that cigar for tomorrow whenever I ride with RobMay. Maybe we can get a home brew to go along with it.
Got to meet the famous Mr and Mrs Rooster. I've got a feeling he's as redneck as I am. He's not a transplanted NewYawker. He professed to be an old time local swamp rat. I know he was telling the truth, as I saw high water marks on his ankles.
Now, if Jorge would only adopt me....