We were taking a motorcycle trip along Route 66. We stopped in Amboy, a town that had seen better days. A group had recently begun to restore the town.

The restaurant walls had autographed posters of Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley under glass. Earlier in the day I had seen a sign for the newly re-opened restaurant in Amboy.

When we got to the Amboy, the restaurant technically was open. The menu had one entry. The guy at the front desk yelled, “Roy, we need another sandwich”.

Roy walked out of the back of the restaurant. In his right hand he had a slice of wonder bread, and in his left a slice of sandwich meat. He slapped the two slices together to make a sandwich.

Cold Ride

A biker was parked in front of the Circle K. The temperature is predicted to be in the low 30s tonight but the biker is sitting comfortably on his bike.

Roger: I used to ride. You gotta be tough to ride in these temperatures.
Biker: No, you just gotta know how to dress. [I gotta admit, he does look like he is warmly dressed.]
Biker: I have ridden in 2 – 3 inches of snow. [Now I think that he has gone from reality to myth.]
Roger: Where you from?
Biker: Ohio

Tonight I am not envious of his mode of transportation.