I’m a little scrambled today. A lot on my mind. I follow Lillian’s Feng Shui guide to my monthly approach. Okay, so it’s a bullshit confession, but hear me out. You could follow an astrological chart also, sorta same-same. It heightens my awareness. If for this month it says to watch out for bad deals, I try to stay alert. Generally, I hope for glorious months full of wild opportunities, more love and vast wealth. As you know, it doesn’t usually work out exactly, but what the hell, dare to dream.
This month it called for being alert, and watchful. Lillian told me not to get involved in new deals. I’ve tried.
Last Sunday I rode to my Son’s new tattoo gig. He’s now working for a Jon Deanda, who owns four or five saloons. He’s a big guy and heavily tattooed, but mellow and insightful. He’s been at it for a decade building on his line of tattoo parlors slowly.
Frank is the manager of this shop on Beach Blvd. in Huntington Beach, True at Heart Tattoos, a couple of blocks from the coast. I rode my Indian down for the grand opening. Fade back to the beginning of this and Lillian’s prospects for the month. It was a chilly day, gray and overcast from the previous rains. A cold wind blew sand across Pacific Coast Highway as I rolled south through Long Beach, into Seal Beach, Sunset Beach, across the Bolsa park and into Huntington Beach.
Even in a gray February, Huntington was crowded with kids, tourists and the bling shops were open. I mistakenly made a left on Main and looked for a new Tattoo shop. About three blocks in, the compact in front of me pulled to the right as if to park then abruptly made a U-Turn directly into my path. I caught his movements and didn’t slam into the side of his car.
I found my way and visited. My granddaughter was there, Erika, my son’s beautiful wife and lots of young, heavily tattooed customers and custom cars. Frank’s Road Glide was parked directly in front of the shop and it bustled with activity, food and music.
I stayed just a short while and noticed the afternoon moon growing in the sky. It was time to roll as the sun dipped in the west, homebound afternoon traffic increased and it got colder.
It was a murky ride home, almost dark as the sand whipped across the highway and I split lanes heading into Long Beach. My 2014 Indian is grand and handles anything I throw at it, but I needed to think about the week and more work on Salt Torpedo.
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