Football & Toys
The Tennessee Vols verses the Florida Gators, is a huge game in these parts. So I wasn’t going to miss it. I walked down to the local sports bar for an evening of beer and football.
Damn Tennessee! Just couldn’t get their act together and we lose the game. So I needed a little more excitement. I headed out to the Toy Run.
The Toy Run is a weekend even held by the local biker community to raise money to purchase toys for needy children at Christmas. It kicks off on a Friday evening with different events and concerts. Saturday afternoon, all the bikers ride through town in a bike parade.
I was working late on a Friday night, trying to get a major project done. I left the office just after midnight, ready to fall asleep on the keyboard.
It was just after midnight so I headed down the road to get a little sleep. As I approached the new McDonalds, I noticed a car in the left hand lane with a man standing next to the driver’s side door. I slowed down to ask if they needed any help. The man, a 17-year-old black teenager, told me he was push starting her car.
I figured I’d do a good deed and help the lady in the car out, so I pulled into the driveway next door and walked across the field. When I arrived at the car, it was pushed back into the McDonalds parking lot. Another black teenager was helping. So I told them that we should push the car all the way to the back of the parking lot, instead of pushing it on the main road.
As I pushed the car backwards, I got my first good look at the lady in the car. An attractive blonde in her mid-thirties, make-up and hair messed up. I could tell she had a little too much to drink.
We got the car pushed back and started pushing it forward. She kept trying but the car wouldn’t start. We were running out of room so I had her pull it into a parking space.
I went over to her door to talk to her. I motioned for her to roll down the window. I guess it didn’t roll down, because she opened the door. I knelt down beside her seat and asked her her name. She said Suzy. I told her my name and asked if I could call someone on my cell phone for her. She said I could call her dad. She gave me the number but there was no answer. She started to cry and hugged my neck for about 15 minutes. I asked what was wrong. She said that she was getting divorced. I asked if she still loved him and she said yes.
I asked Suzy if I could take her home. She said yes but I had to drive her car. I told her it wouldn’t start, but she insisted. I tried it a couple of times, but no luck. So I gave her one of those “if the cops come by and see your car, see you in it, see what kind of shape your in… your going to jail and your car will get impounded” speeches. She thought about it and said she need to get her things.
By this time, she was really starting to pass out. I helped her gather her stuff. Then I helped her get out of the car. She couldn’t even stand by herself. One of the black teenagers was still there, so I asked if he would carry her things while I carried her. He complied. I carried Suzy across the field and set her on top of my hood. I open the door, picked her back up and put her in the front seat. The black teenager, Ray, asked if I could give him a ride home. I said what the hell and took him home first. After I dropped him off, I head back to where I found Suzy and tried to wake her up. By this time she was lying her head on my lap with arms hugging my right thigh.
I asked Suzy where she live and she could barely speak. She only moaned. By this time I was getting a little frustrated. I was ready to go to bed. So I asked Suzy if she wanted to crash at my house and I’ll take her home in the morning. She nodded her head, so I head to my house.
She was still out of it when I got to the house. So I had to carry her up to flights of steep stair, unlock the doors with one arm and carry her though a dark apartment. I laid her on the bed and went back to the car to get our things.
When I came back, she was wrapped in my blankets and all of her clothes were piled on the floor. Any other time a beautiful woman is naked in my bed I’d be excited. So I found me an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt and got ready for be. She was lying across the bed so I moved her totally limp body to one side, trying to keep the covers over her, trying to be a gentleman. I went to put a pillow under her head when she woke up, grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her, asking me if I would keep her warm. This was kind of uncomfortable. I knew nothing about her. I really didn’t trust her. So I didn’t sleep all night.
She woke up suddenly about 7:30 the next morning. She had a look that told me she wasn’t quite sure where she was at. I asked her if she remembered what happened and she said yes. I asked if she need to leave right away, she said yes. I climbed out of bed. I set her cloth on the bed. Left the room while she got dressed. When I came back, I sat on the bed and chatted for a few minutes.
She told me she went to a bar to meet her sister. She ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, but it was too strong so she ordered a margarita. She drank that, then ordered another. She took two sips and started feeling sick. Her sister never showed up. She left and went to McDonalds thinking something to eat would settle her stomach. That’s when I met up with her. I knew what had happened and told her, “someone slipped you a Mickey.” She agreed.
She thanked me several time for helping her out. It made me feel pretty good. I took her back to her car and it started fine. Gave her my number to call me if she was in trouble again. She left. I bypassed McDonalds for Hardees and grabbed breakfast.
Wow I was going to make it home for Thanksgiving. Driving home in my 4-wheeler from Nashville on I-24, when all of the sudden I came around this curb and there is something in the road. I was going too fast! Hit the brakes….BAM BAM…I go into a spin, about 5 360°’s. When I slammed my brakes it cause my engine to stall, thus losing my power steering, thus having no steering. I make it to a stop on the left shoulder. A car pulls in behind me. I get out to check my car, its fine. I call to people to make sure everyone is alright. Go to my truck grab my MagLite™ and start running up the highway to get this thing out of the road. I thought it was a tree. It turns out to be a 20 Foot piece of guard rail. Some guys followed me up there, we examined the guard rail and found a big truck trailer tire wedged into it. As we walked back up the road we kept finding pieces if truck.
While I was back there some idiot didn’t slow down and slammed into the car behind me. Good thing they were behind me. Kept me from getting hit. It was a lady with her two little girls traveling to visit some friends. They were from South Carolina. The little girls were scared to death.
I began helping people fix tires and such since my car appeared to be alright. It was a lot of chaos for a while. Luckily no one was hurt. Not too much damage. But a lot of flat tires.
People, keep in mind that when you come across a scene like this one the highway, slow down. There’s a lot of stuff going on and a lot of people standing on the road. Some people kept speeding past us. The turkey can wait a few minutes. It can’t wait 50 years for vehicular manslaughter.
Once you Black…
I get stuck at the Petro in Atlanta, Georgia and was going to deliver in the morning. I planned on taking a shower, getting something to eat and kick back and watch television. Just as I was finishing up my logs this guy comes up to my truck. I start talking to him and find out his dad is a terminal manager for my company in Blytheville, Arkansas. Small world. After we all got cleaned up, we met in the restaurant to eat. He is a trainer and had his trainee with him. After waiting an hour for our food we ended up getting it for free. Alright something cool happened.
After dinner Daryl suggested we he go across the street to the strip club. I usually hate strip clubs. You see a bunch of naked women, get all turned on and go home alone.
I didn’t have much money but I wanted a beer after the week I had. Us three white boys went in to find we were the only three white boys in the whole place. My first thought was this was going to be an experience. Daryl was cool with it but his Trainee, C.J. was a little freaked out.
I was impressed. Those black women were really cool people. They weren’t stuck up like in a white strip club. The women could really shake it too. I think I had more fun there than at a white strip club. So if your a black man reading this you probably already know, but if your a white boy, check it out.
In case your wondering about these first class ladies in Atlanta here’s the place:
|Blue Flame Lounge
1097 Harwell Rd
Atlanta, GA 30318 404-792-9507
12 Noon to 4 AmWednesday Free Admission: Noon to 8 PM$5 Table Dances
|Take I-185 to Exit 8
Go towards the Petro Truck Stop
The light just before the Petro turn Right
They are like the second building on the Left
Blue & White sign
Always meeting new People
October 31st was the day I moved into a new MATTCAVE. Nice place, lots of room and I can’t even touch the ceiling if I jump. The only problem was moving all my crap into the second floor apartment. But thanks to my good friends, Robin and Kurt, everything went a little more smoothly. But when I was finally moved in and ready to go, I was tired. I’ve gotten out of shape sitting on my butt for 10 hours a day behind the wheel of a big truck.
My friend Ken caught up with me just as I went back to my old place for a last load of little stuff. He introduced me to his new girlfriend.
Latter we joined up with Kurt and his wife and my new next door neighbor, Dave. We headed down to The Black Horse Brewery for some home-brewed beer and gourmet pizza. We had a good time. There’s nothing like BSing with old and new friends.
On the way out, Ken and I were getting a little rowdy and making somewhat of a fool out of ourselves, what the hell it’s Halloween, when much to my surprise, sitting on the side of a window was this cute brunette. I asked her how she was doing. She said fine and came right up to my friends and I. For a split second I thought this must be my night. When all of the sudden, she hands me a pamphlet…..Oh No, a damn bible banger! She wanted to bless me and pray for me. She told me her story and how she found Jesus. She told us how boyfriend left her and then she didn’t get into the sorority she wanted. Basically lots of bad things happened to her. I think she was probably feeling lonely and insecure and looking for a place that accepted her. That was real special. I hate it when people force their beliefs on me.
This is where I take pride in being somewhat loner. I like hanging around people, socializing, but I can stand just as strong with no one around. Now I think “all I wanted to do was meet this pretty girl.” But I guess this is what I get for living at the turn of a century.