Early one spring, four of us were headed for Waynoka, Oklahoma for the Annual Rattlesnake Hunt. This is the traditional first ride of the season for the men of the Topeka Touring Society. On this trip we enjoyed great weather along with a 400 percent increase in participation.
For years this ride had been a solo journey for me. Then for a couple of years our young son Scott, who was not quite 21 then, rode along and became hooked as well. So when four people attend where only one used to go...it’s a 400 percent increase!
We met at the South Turnpike entrance in Topeka, Kansas, and left promptly at 6 am in order to reach Waynoka in time for the ham n' bean dinner with fantastic cornbread. One of our gang says he can make better cornbread...but I'll wait and see! Usually we'll run about 115 miles and then stop for a quick breakfast at Hardee’s on the Turnpike and gas up for the rest of the trip.
We'd made really good time this morning. We placed our order and the waitress said it would be a few minutes before the biscuits were done. She was young and cute so we didn't mind the wait. Besides, we had coffee and good traveling companions. What more do you need?
Bill Griff, one of the traveling companions, noticed our little waitress flitting around the dining room delivering late orders. He also noticed that not only was she a cute little thing, but that she was blessed with an ample bosom. And one of the finer points of this blessing included the fact that the ample bosom was unrestrained!
She brought our order with a big smile, gently bouncing and swaying as she came our way; like little animals in a sack. All of us were very quiet. Hey, when you're in the presence of greatness, be respectful and appreciative. As little Nefretiti walked away, I said to Terry Wide, "I'll bet she's at least 40!" Terry nodded sagely.
And then Scott, my own son, over whose youthful head the true meaning of the previous conversation had lightly passed, said, "Aw, come on, Dad! She can't be a day over 21!"
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