Nashville Cats

Well in early October I made my first run  to Lullville to see my friends. This new assignment has been tough. Not having a regular bar to hang out with, missing my friends, and not running a crew which itself isn't all that bad except I'm working for a complete idiot who has only been here a couple years. Positive thinking. Anyway it so good to see everybody, Amy Z, Roxie, Jewels, Heather, Kim, Gene,

Graham, and too may others to mention. So on a whim I told Brian lets take the Slingshot and head to Nashville to party on Saturday night. So we head out to Nashville at 3:30 in the morning, maybe not the best idea, but our idea nonetheless. As soon as we hit the Tennessee border I told Brian that he needed to put on a helmet. The helmet was on for a short time as he forgot to put on the chinstrap and WHOOF it a gone. Sucked off his head and off into the inky darkness.  We arrive in Nashville at daylight not thinking about anything being open and not being able to  get  into the hotel room until noon. So off to a park and what do we see at 6:30am a clown walking down the sidewalk, a quick u turn to see if that is what we really saw and he walked right across the street in front off us. No second look, too creepy. So a walk in the park, a quick nap at the hotel and off to night on Broadway St. The lights, the crowd, the music, and the women we a sight to see. We had a great time. Riding back to Lullville Sunday morning  hungover and 90+ ride in the Slingshot tapped off the weekend. Brain said it took him a couple days to recover. Good I did my job