Last Sunday some of us got together at a friend's house and for a few brief moments sat around the table with some of the girls and the pregnant wives. We started to recount the old days, the times we spent together before we all had real jobs and had to sit around tables on Sunday nights.

A few of the stories I won't go into that - managed to drop some jaws, and at one point one of the girls said I better not have a boy'. We all rolled laughter, and smiled at surviving those days.

For an instant I looked around at the fancy breads and cheese dips and wondered what would be ahead for us all. Times had certainly changed.

The next day was unreal for October. Up in the 80's, and Wood and I donned t-shirts and took a ride out to some quiet Mercer county roads on the border of PA. It was a good ride a little traffic holding us back here and there but seeing I had parked the bike for about a month, it was good to get two fists in the wind again. I hit my 6,000th mile that day.

When we got hungry we stopped at a place for sandwiches, I wish I could remember the name. The flank steak sandwich was so good, maybe one of the best I've ever eaten. I remember thinking it was worth every cent of the nine bucks they charged. Then I thought about what a long way we had come from eating day old pizza slices from the box in the backseat of the car, or potato sandwiches in the garage we all called home. Nostalgia is bittersweet I guess.

Having finished we strode out the door and fired up the bikes. Just as we turned out of the parking spot and up the shady little back road, I caught this strong-standing grey haired woman throw a look my way that said, Go to hell buster.'

At the next stop Wood turned to me with a smile and said, "Hey, you see that lady giving us the stink eye back there?"

"Yeah Ha! Awesome!"

You're still alive and kicking if you're getting the stink eye, but you know what, you're still alive and kicking if you're dishing it out too. So thanks lady, and you're welcome too. Hopefully you oblige the next time we roll into town for that flank steak.

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