canwegetonwiththis?

now. rrrrr. this thing is a lot of work. just figurin out how to get some semblance of control here.
anyhoo, now that we've laid the groundwork about storytellin, let us begin. Not at the beginning of course but here on Daytona Beach Bike Week 2006 on a Wed. and that means only one place in the world exists, yes, The Cabbage Patch of Samsula, Florida. let me have a yahoooo. I said "let me have a YAHHHOOOO". bless ya brother. Yes, today is Wed. and Biking Brother Dave the "hammer", has joined me in a day of hookie from our offices, mine on terra firma, his on 16 wheels that he makes sing and dance all over these jungles for 12 hours out of 24. Now, if anyone has earned the right to a hot sausage cheesesteak sandwich and a cold beer for breakfast, while rockin in the most comfortable saddle in all of the Patch
it is the hammer. the pic next to him, rrrrrrr. it was supposed to be here, but rrrrr, the pic next to him is of a John Deere custom chopper. Nothing putts like a deer? hey? ooooops. almost time to refill mr. turkey glass. as all "real bikers" know, wed. of bike week is "cole slaw" wrestling in Samsula and a tradition that must be attended. it rained like heck last year on wed. and even tho i took the day off, i went into the office instead of the mudd. still don't like riding in the wet. Last Sat. while riding home from day one of 06, we saw the big sign on A1A of the upcoming event of "cream corn" wrestliing, so it must the fresh vegetable time of year again. Big Dave C. , the hammer, had riden over to my house Wed. early and brother Dan, the Captn Kramer with a new brother, Dan, all were ready to roll by 9:05 am. We screwed it up and woke up the hood as the 4 of us, 3 harleys and a honda, skedaddled east on 46 for the 15 miles to Stetsons Corner to meet my big brother Larry and his boss Ronnie. They rolled in just seconds before us. I and the hammer gas up and we all head west on 46 past Jungle Road and past the Sanford Model Aeroplaners, past the unknown sanford marina and over puzzle lake to 415. Then north and past 40 acres being prepped to build 100's of tiny boxes on a hillside. tiny boxes, made of tickky tackky. Now you got to be ancient to get that one.am i out of room here is that the deal? no the screen is now loading at one page at a time...rrrrrrrrrrrrr.thats the joy of no one really reading this shit, is that i can scribble and dribble all over the place just testing things out and lettting the fingers do the walking and it's ok... o freakin k...one thinks , that ohh. don't want to waste that line here, that may have been the winning line, but sometimes ya gotta say, 'what da f"...