P X Duke
Username: PX Duke
Date of birth: 01-01-1900
Place of residence: Canada
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Aviator. Motorcycle rider. Vagabond and drifter. Trouble maker. Jack of all trades and master of none. I've been riding and writing about the places I've been and the people I've seen for quite a few years. Some of my writing is factual; some of it isn't. I like to leave it up to the reader to decide which lies are the truth.
I started writing bits and pieces when I was holed up in the high desert of Southern California. I was trying to temporarily escape the drudgery of a full-time job and co-workers. At the time, they were all sucking the life out of me. In fact, for another eight years they continued to do so - with my complete cooperation and full participation, of course. It wasn’t until 2000 that I actually got it.
I was sitting in a meeting, listening to the boss drone on to all present about how good he was for the outfit. Others were nodding their heads vigorously and vocalizing their consensus. That’s when I tuned out entirely. When I came to, I thought I'd had a stroke.
I had absolutely no idea what anyone was talking about. Nor did I care. In that instant I left it all behind. That was on a Friday. The following Monday I gave my notice. In six weeks I was gone, never to return. I hit the road on my motorcycle. By June I was in southern California and then the Baja.
I did it all without regret.
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She was young, maybe early- to mid-twenties at the most. Pretty, too. And with dark hair - my nemesis. I always went for the ones with dark hair. This time, I didn't get a chance.
She's on a black Softail. It's dirty, like mine. She's been on the road in the same weather. She's dressed in black. Well-worn boots, laced high. She has tribal tattoos up and down her arms, neck. A second helmet is hanging off the back.
She was wearing dark sunglasses. That made it impossible for me to see her eyes. I like to be able to see their eyes if they're going to be throwing a leg over. It's a little peeve that I have about women and their eyes.
I was sitting alone at a table, well back from the splash rail. She was working the crowd surrounding the stage in the hot, packed room.