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The bar became a favorite stop.after the sixth time in and the big dude sitting in the same place every time I asked the bartender what his story was.He said that's the Bear and he has been here forever.I asked if he could talk.ya when he feels like it he will.A few more times in and the same deal, a glance and a nod.Until the day he say's hey kid.Now biker creed would not have allowed Joe Blow that pleasure but the Bear got away with it.I still threw out a gruff what.He asked of I rode much.I said everyday. Living in the desert in the winter it's rats ass cold in the mornings and wind blew the rest of the time.at 24 I rode.tiny roads and major roads, explored the landscape looking for nothing but a place.still looking.I was about 20 miles from nothing one afternoon when I found the bar.I spent the last day trying to remember the name,it's gone.There was a cherry FL parked in front so I pulled up and walked in.Bar tender and the widest not fat just wide old dude sitting at the bar.He seemed to be four feet wide and maybe five foot five.You could tell in his day he was a bull.well a bear.I sat back and ordered a beer.He glanced over and that was it.

I would take the horse off and sand blast them, prime and base color then the ex would work her magic.she was damn good at it and made a living doing it long after I went out for a pack of smokes. We pulled in and saw a giant walking across the lot.Bob I was told was a tall dude, that was an understatement.Bob was 7'1 3/4'.and owned two carnivals.He wanted us to rebuild and paint the carousels and offered stupid money for doing it.We were home in Casa Grande for a few months. My first ex wife had got tossed out of the military and we were road tripping.A friend of a friend was told she was good with an airbrush and had contacted us about doing some painting.We pulled into town in a truck with a cabover camper and a trailer full of junk and the FXST.Now the old saying Bum Fuck Egypt came to mind when we pulled in to the burg.Directions were easy take the main road to the IGA and hook a left,the big barn at the end of the road. When it was said in a old post it brought back memories.1984 in Casa Grande Arizona.

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