Funny shit....wait for matt's to break into a tale about one day sitting in Albuquerque.......
LMAO.....indeed I do have a story or two about sitting in Albuquerque...seriously, and I'm sure you don't doubt it. That city and area, looks damn near like a mirror image of the Antelope Valley up here in the Mojave.....
got several tales to tell: I'll keep it simple.
In 81, I rode my Harley from Lancaster, Ca. on the way to Wichita KS. Albuqurque is the halfway point. At 3 am, I pulled into what i thought was a free rest stop, errantly. It was a camp ground, and some bitch was whacking a broom on my feet & legs, at 5 am; while I slept in my sleeping bag. The bitch kept hitting me on the sore legs, I acted like I was still asleep, jumped up, grabbed her damned broom, and chased her ass back to her Manager's House, where I knew she was calling the cops. I got my shit together in time to avoid the police, yet as she watched, I walked into the only lit area, being the clothing wash and dryer bldg. I whipped it out, took a piss right in the middle of the floor, since the damned bathroom door was locked....and bolted the Hell out of there, of course, I was still young enough to have no manners.....!!!
How's that Tote???? LMAO.....