Duckies & Brothers

"This is a Rubber Duck and I'm about to put the hammer down." "Ten-four."







I've got to say that most truckers have been treating me right on the road. Except the Fed-Ex guys with two trailers hitched up trying to pass on the left lane going up a hill. They's I could do without, y'hear?. But all and all they're OK. I'm amused that some are women. Not that there's anything wrong with that; I'm aaaallll for it. I'm pulling up to this truck one time and it looks like a little kid is driving it, little head barely over the steering wheel. Then she steps out at the rest stop and smiles like, "What did you expect? Mr. T?" Many of them ride Harleys themselves and just come up to me to start talking MC.

I use the truckers to pace myself on the highway a lot being my speedo is still out. Oh, yeah. Been to two HD dealers and the thing is still broke. Either the first dealer in Kansas misdiagnosed the problem telling me it's the speed sensor or the Las Vegas Dealer didn't fix it right after I ordered it and they installed it. Guy at Vegas says I need a new speedometer itself. Something just ain't right. And what am I gonna do? I'm on the road far from home. Basically, I think I'VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED.











So I'm riding somewhere in Oklahoma or Arkansas and I find myself in the midst of a few of these fine fellows you see here. It's like the traffic was forcing me onto them, like a higher force was pulling me into this group (tongue in cheek). At first, I didn't know what Seed of Abraham J/C M/C was. I figured enough it was a motorcycle club. And I stay away from those generally which is the proper course of action. But I had no choice here and I kinda went with it and joined them from the rear, staggered formation, like I was cool, don't mess with me.

Later I noticed that there were many more behind and closed up behind me. It was a goddamn caravan with trailers and everything. Turns out they're a Christian biker club. Must have been a convention of some sort they'd had. Dear Lord. So I'm trying to remember all the scriptures I can from my bible days. And I'm practicing in my head. And then it comes to me, "what if they ask me if I'm saved?" How do you answer that?

They were cool though. Once there was a clearing I jetted out and they waved. I waved too: the sign of the cross. We passed each other a couple times throughout the day. Peaked my curiosity though. A novel and, I think now, probably effective way to minister the gospel.