It was beautiful the roads here were perfect smooth even and flat. I rode for hours going nowhere near or far. At some point I ended up at Justin's house, knocking on his window. He got dressed and came outside. We talked for about 30 minutes until his mom came out and told us "It was way to late for this shit" so I left and rode away wondering if The Shoppe was open. It was.
The Shoppe was pretty much a modern day 1920s dinner that served just about every thing and had a convenience store built into it.
I filled up baby and pulled her up in front of the window. I walked in and ordered a milkshake and sat at the bar watching some movie that had obviously been playing on loop all day, when some asshole walked in bitching about how the bikes pulled up in front of the window and how he cant stand dirty bikers. So I decided to intervene I hobbled over on my cane and politely asked just what was wrong with dirty bikers...well sort of it ended up me smashing my milkshake over his head and throwing him out. And thats how I ended up spending the night in jail. Reece came and got me in the morning.
The cops came and got me from my house so baby was at home under the dust cover.
