22. Supper Rides

The motto of our group is “Ride to eat, eat to ride!” We just buy bigger pants and shirts as needed. We’ve eaten every thing from howlers to raw oysters to pasties in our travels. Along with the great adventures we’ve had, some of our best memories come from the supper table. It takes a certain amount of concentration to avoid social gaffes like drinkin’ out of the little square finger bowl thinkin’ the lemon wedge is there to make complimentary lemonade at the table! Standing out in my memory is the night our ol’ pal Gary Tee was so impressed with a waitress that he forgot his station in life...

We had gone to this place called the Luau Inn for some great food from our 50th state. Everyone who worked there wore Island garb. There were brightly colored shirts, flower leis, and even swishy grass skirts and skimpy sea shell tops on the waitresses. We got lucky. We drew the very best of the lot! She would have made Christie Brinkley look a bit drab and colorless! Not by a wide margin, but still she was...spectacular!

Gary Tee had a daughter that was nearly the same age as this little morsel. Besides, he was a little long in the tooth for this type of behavior. He was not a spring chicken himself any more, yet he acted more like a schoolboy chasing his first love than the distinguished gentleman that he normally was! He plumb forgot that Mrs. Tee was sitting right by his side takin‘ all this in. He was so fixated that he missed her urgent signals to straighten the hell up. Her dark looks and intense mutterings were warning signs that were lost on him as he dug himself deeper into a hole from which he could never hope to escape.

After the meal, we adjourned to the parking lot to kick tires and shoot the breeze before ridin’ back home. Gary, of course, could speak of nothing but the cute little waitress. Did I mention that he was highly infatuated with this beauty? I should have.

“Boys,” he said. “I’m here to tell you that is a real hottie in there and you can bet she knows it! She actually brushed her bosom across the back of my head several times during supper and I’m sure it was done on purpose!”

“Sure it was, dearie!” said Mrs. Tee who had come out in time to hear his last comment. “I noticed you had to lean way back!”