01-04-2024, 09:16 AM
Today, I had to pick up another prescription for my ailing leg lol. So I rode down to the pharmacy. It was 36 degrees and sunny out. Chilly, but nice and bright.
As I get in line to pick up my script (wearing full mc gear) the guy ahead of me turns and says.."Kinda cold riding out there today isn't it?" to which I reply "I'm plugged in (while wiggling the power chord to my heated jacket liner) it's like riding wrapped in an electric blanket". and the guy says "Wow, I didn't know there was such a thing." Then he ads "there used to be a guy that lived by me down on State street years ago, that rode every day, I can't remember his name". I said "Bob Johnson use to live down on State street, he was a real rider". And he lights up "That's the guy, Bob Johnson". I said "Bob was a good friend of mine. I took my first out of state motorcycle trip with Bob in 1969 to some parks in Indiana on 350 Hondas. He was sort of my motorcycling mentor".
The guy said "I don't think he had a car", and I said "right now I don't have a car either" and laughed. The guy said "wow, you guys are tough.". I finished picking up my script, bid the guy a good day and left, but I smiled all the way home thinking about Bob. Still smiling typing this. I miss Bob.
Bob was a riders' rider. Went everywhere by motorcycle. He did have a car, but I only saw him in it a couple of times. If he and his wife were going somewhere, she drove, he rode. Always wore custom Langlitz Leathers (I still have one of his jackets given to me by his daughter after he passed away. She knew I would appreciate it), engineers boots, and Bell helmets. I've always wanted to be as dedicated as Bob, but have never succeeded.
Bob's been gone a long time now, over 25 years I think, but it was great having someone remember and remind me, what a rider he was.
As I get in line to pick up my script (wearing full mc gear) the guy ahead of me turns and says.."Kinda cold riding out there today isn't it?" to which I reply "I'm plugged in (while wiggling the power chord to my heated jacket liner) it's like riding wrapped in an electric blanket". and the guy says "Wow, I didn't know there was such a thing." Then he ads "there used to be a guy that lived by me down on State street years ago, that rode every day, I can't remember his name". I said "Bob Johnson use to live down on State street, he was a real rider". And he lights up "That's the guy, Bob Johnson". I said "Bob was a good friend of mine. I took my first out of state motorcycle trip with Bob in 1969 to some parks in Indiana on 350 Hondas. He was sort of my motorcycling mentor".
The guy said "I don't think he had a car", and I said "right now I don't have a car either" and laughed. The guy said "wow, you guys are tough.". I finished picking up my script, bid the guy a good day and left, but I smiled all the way home thinking about Bob. Still smiling typing this. I miss Bob.
Bob was a riders' rider. Went everywhere by motorcycle. He did have a car, but I only saw him in it a couple of times. If he and his wife were going somewhere, she drove, he rode. Always wore custom Langlitz Leathers (I still have one of his jackets given to me by his daughter after he passed away. She knew I would appreciate it), engineers boots, and Bell helmets. I've always wanted to be as dedicated as Bob, but have never succeeded.
Bob's been gone a long time now, over 25 years I think, but it was great having someone remember and remind me, what a rider he was.
for your friend Bob.
Here's to Bob.
