My Friend Buddy

A couple of years ago, on a ride to Muncie Indiana, I ran across Buddy. He was desperite for a ride, having just lost his license. So I gave him a ride on the back of the bike. Well, he ended up being a pretty good guy, and we hung out all summer long. When winter came that year, and I put theFJ Motorcycle up, Buddy was without a place to stay. Now I am not a cruel man, so I offered my garage for him to hibernate through the winter. Come spring, he had moved on. I was sad, but Buddy is a rolling stone, and I had expected nothing less from him. The following year, on a ride around town during one particularly hot and humid day, it began to rain a bit. But I kept riding....it has been a long time. I stopped to get gas, and there, on the side of the Gas Station, was Buddy! We got to talking, and he lost another bike (this time in a crash). So we have hooked up again. He has been riding with me ever since - on both the FJ and the Nomad - and occasionally in the truck.