My Payback

One thing about me—I pay my debts. Last night I made good on one.

I rounded up last Sunday's riders because my mouth had written a check my wallet wasn't expecting to cash. A bet's a bet, so the first round at Chili's was on yours truly.

I'll tell you what, I kinda liked the setup at Chili's. We were all sitting around one big square table where everybody could see everybody, hear everybody, and holler at everybody without needing a bullhorn.

Now, I didn't exactly stroll into this deal on my own. I was led straight to the shearing shed by those two slick city mice, Tommy Nieft and Bobby Bennett. Me? I was just a simple country mouse who never stood a chance against those fast-talking hustlers. They reeled me in quicker than a bass hitting a June bug.

I may have lost the bet, but at least I paid up like a man. Besides, good friends, cold drinks, and plenty of laughs make getting fleeced hurt a whole lot less.

It was one fun night I was very glad I had my wallet emptied by those two, it was worth it

Breakfast Ride Sunday 7 am GTD, no promises on dryness.