the senorita was cheap because she was such a big heap, and while she was ticklin' , he thought about pickl-in'... so what he did next was....

Vomit up the Mezcal as he had drunk rather too much, and pulling up his pants he left and

decided to head on down the road. He got back on his bike and then....

He realised just how hungry he was, so, being as he was so fussy about what he eats, and liking the more specialist of foods he decided to stop at a ...

Local cantena and thought what the hell, why does my journey keep repeating itself? I' like a .............

Mega Marg and a.................

Handy pack of fries to go, and so he went home.....

***** THE END  *****

and there at the front door was his long lost......

but loyal and lovable German Shepard...Scooter waiting patiently on the porch.

with a pat on the head he went inside and there on the couch waited a long lost friend.

But this friend always meant trouble, all he does is smoke weed, drink moonshine, and expects him to buy the....

The next round at the local bar where the waitress...

always calls all of her friends when the two of them

feel like going for a ride to that place...

you know the one, with the roaches in the rubble

but this place has a great view and the food is pretty good. They packed their saddle bags, filled their tanks and pointed their scoots due south. They needed a break and this was it. They were headed to...

freedom. And fun and friends. All to be found right there, where

the Interstate goes left, but we went right. He said "I know a short cut." So, we rode his route for miles and miles. I was hopelessly lost but I didn't care. The road was...

was the reason for the trip. No. More than a trip. It was a journey, a quest. He was taking us that way because he was looking

for this place in his memory. It might have been a place from his youth or maybe it was just this dream. A dream that keeps reacquiring. We were traveling on the Old Spanish Trail and I was starting to get worried. I had long ago switched my tank to reserve and thought maybe I would to have to push my bike. Then suddenly...

there it was. All I had worried we'd need. And it must have been his Mecca. The look that came over his face was all but indescribable...a child in a candy store?...a soldier home for the first time? Unsure, I followed his lead

'walked past the midget security and approached the bar..The bartender was smoking hot, perfect but for one small thing.The bulge of a third nipple through her skimpy tank top....Such is life I though as I ordered 4 beers and for shots of JACK...

 but much to my surprise.....  there seemed to be a mud  wrestling tournament about to get under way.....

...so he bet $5 to win on a red head with the biggest....

scars he had ever seen on a man's back. Surely those had not been made by