Be Careful What You Wish For…


Rolled into San Clemente after a crazy New Year’s Eve weekend South of the border that’s forever etched in my mind’s eye. Nothin’ like a fun filled weekend spent lettin life rip to the max in a little Mexican town packed full of beautiful sweethearts that love old motorcycle riders and good times.

Just past San Onofre one exit on the right, I clicked down into 5th gear in my ever-faithful road-tested Baker 6-speed in an attempt to slow the raging beast to a reasonable rate of speed for a hard banking right turn onto the well lit El Camino Real. Neon and bright lights were waiting with a redhead to go. What?

Were makin’ a slow right turn off of the ever addicting asphalt highway and what the fuck, there stands Pamela, a knock-out redhead who was standing on a glistening California coastline corner and smilin’ one of those come-and-get-it grins. Pamela’s hot body was silhouetted by a lone halide streetlight. My hot rod suddenly slid to an abrupt stop just like the brakes had locked up.

On the way into San Clemente my mind wandered back to a summer in the late ’60s, just after Viet Nam that was spent ridin’ across the country on my ’58 Panhead chopper, I’d been aimlessly dreamin’ about one particular bombshell of a redheaded animal trainer, who was employed by Barnum & Bailey Circus. She had captured my heart, soul and imagination for that entire summer.

Oh Shit! Back to the redhead standing at the exit of El Camino Real & a real good time. Pamela stood there perched on one foot, lookin’ sweet and smellin’ like a million bucks on fire. She was built like a centerfold fresh out the latest Hustler magazine. Pam had the shape and smile that made my heart pound like a turbo charged twin cam stroker at warp speed on the salt flats.

You might have guessed by now, the beautiful redhead hopped on my hot rod for a Sunday night ride of a lifetime.

I hauled ass to work at the crack of dawn Monday morning while the redhead snoozed. We had a long rough night, what the hell. Arrived home beat after a 12-hour shift with Pam on my mind, only to discover she too had hauled ass……

That’s the way it goes, but my hot rod will no-doubt deliver me to another redhead. Sooner the better.

–Racy Ray

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