Chapter 29 The Snake, a Biker and Smokey Bear

The Snake,a Biker and Smokey Bear

I've played with snakes all my life and they don't bother me until while out riding in North Georgia on a nice warm sunny day this pick up I was following ran over a rattle snake and threw it into the air.It landed squarely on my handle bars.

To say that snake was a tad bit pissed was an understatement, as he was thrashing around and biting at everything it saw as the handle bars were a little warm and must have been showing up in it's "thermal viewers" until it saw me and my nice hot body that was going cold with fright!

Needless to say, I almost unassed that bike while trying to grab that insane thing. I managed to get it with my left hand and throw it as hard as I could to my left, unfortunately on the hood of a passing car and as I looked back I noticed the light bar on the roof and the next thing I see are brake lights and cop car all over the road as that rattler was going insane on his hood!

Me, I went ahead and stopped as I knew that when ole Smokey got his shit straight his next target was a biker going in the opposite direction!

About 2 minutes later after he got out of the ditch here he came and pulled up behind me and from the way he bailed out of that car I knew life as I knew it was over!

He walked up to me and stood there with his hands on his hips and then broke out laughing so hard I thought he was going to have a heart attack! When he got it out of his system and me looking around for the punch line he gave it to me.

He tells me he saw me weaving all over the road and was going to pull me over and see how much I'd been drinking when he saw me finally grab that rattler and fling him away! That I choose that precise moment to let him go was the beginning of his experiences with a flying snake that sacred the hell out of him. He decided after the initial scare to come back and check on me and couldn't believe I was sitting there so calmly.

I looked at him and told him the only reason I was sitting there was I couldn't get the seat out of my ass and that trying to smoke 10 cigarettes at once was pretty hard to do on a bike at 60 MPH! We both sat there for a few minutes smoking a few more cigarettes chuckling about flying snakes, pulling the remains of seats out of our asses and finally parted ways!

I seriously thought long and hard about buying a windshield but what are the odds of that ever happening again? I still have no windshield but I don't ride to close to pick up trucks in the summer time!

Ride safe
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