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ABATE of Florida Inc SOUTHWEST CHAPTER
6
Please attend if at all possible, as this is for the barmaid that serves you so
graciously every Wednesday eve at bike night.
We have set the first date for a meeting to plan our annual Five Star Event. The
meeting will be held at Harley Davidson of Naples at eleven o’clock in the
morning. We will bring the information to our next chapter meeting. Our VP, Bob,
and our Sergeant at Arms, Victor, will be in attendance.
We had a few awards given out at the meeting; Audrey Cran for selling the most
bike tickets and Ron Berg for all his efforts in making our MSAP program the
great success that it is this school year. If not for Ron’s undying efforts we may
not have gotten back into the schools. Thanks again Ron you are greatly
appreciated. During this semester we were able to qualify a few more people to
become MSAP instructors thanks you guys for stepping up and helping us fill
these very valuable and necessary positions
In closing I would like to share an experience that I had on the road trip to
Pensacola. After riding for many hours we decided to stop for gas and to use the
rest room, well as I stated earlier it was cold and rainy so I was wearing chaps,
raingear, and about fifty pounds of soaking wet leather. Anyone ever having had
this experience knows it is pretty difficult to get out of these things in order to
relieve oneself. So that being said, as I was fumbling with all the zippers, belts
and straps there was someone continually wiggling the door handle. I stood silent
as long as I could until finally, thinking it was my riding companions on the other
side of the door just fooling around with me, with absolutely no hesitation I went
into a long rant from behind the closed bathroom door about how if that person
on the other side of the door wiggled that door knob one more time I would be
out to personally rip their @#$%^% head off. Well to my surprise when I flung the
door open there I found a young black man with dread locks, gold teeth, and
dressed up like a gangster backing away with his hands if front of him waving
frantically while hollering,
“I’m sorry mister I’m sorry.” Needless to say I had to
close the door because I was laughing too hard to respond.
It took me a few
moments to compose myself and when I exited the rest room not a word was
muttered by either of us. I sure hope that guy does not judge all bikers by that
one experience.
Thanks to all of you for making the Southwest Chapter the premier MRO
in the area. Till next time, ride safe.
Frankie
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