The past few days have been pretty interesting.
We've been booked for Ohio Bike Week, which, for the weekend, included us being in Sandusky, Ohio at the fairgrounds.
We managed to spot at least four full bars, seven beer tents, hundreds of motorcycles and countless tattoos.
So many people seemed intrigued by the bus and wanted to sign it, wanted pictures of it, wanted to look inside and they all seemed pretty thrilled about our whole idea. I gotta tell you, though, Gordy took the cake.
Gordy is a chick magnet, no lie. Every time you turn around, a woman is approaching him, asking him to help her sign the bus, or explain something, or in one instance, he's got one crying on his shoulder.
(Gordy with the Jager girls)
I guess I should tell you right now that I'm pretty terrible when it comes to guys. I'm friends with a lot of them, but when it comes to that mushy crap, I'm blind as a bat. (Maybe that's why it took me nearly a year to start dating Kevin...?) But seriously, this was painfully obvious to even me.
Anyway, I didn't think anything of it when the kid from the leather-bike-seat-customized-stitching-place-thing across the walk started hanging around the bus. I thought it was weird that he didn't really talk much and that he kind of stood around. Come to think of it, I don't even know his name...so I'm going to name him Ricky.
Ricky helped Gordy set up the lights on top of the bus in the middle of the afternoon. We hadn't really seen much of him before that, but after that, we couldn't get rid of him. At one point, Beth asked, "Is he waiting for something? What does he need?"
So I asked Gordy. His response: "He liiiiikesss you."
I assumed Gordy said that in retaliation for all the crap we've been giving him about all those women...and then I walked outside to where Ricky was talking to Luke, and the weirdest thing happened. They seemed to be having a decent, functional conversation...
...and then there was silence. Ricky clammed up. He awkwardly stood there, shoved his hands in his pockets, averted any sort of eye contact and did not say one word.
Thank God for Luke. He tried unsuccessfully to make conversation including the three of us, but then he swung the conversation around to Kevin and about how being apart sucks and la la la. Then Beth called Luke in the bus and Ricky stood there awkwardly for a second. I was going to try and be nice and make small talk, but then he shuffled back on over home. I caught him staring at me a few times during the rest of the night, got skeeved out and so that was that.
The funny thing is, no one else on the bus knows this kid's name. Sorry, Ricky.
This trip is a riot, especially this stop. You meet all kinds.
Last night, I watched as a six-year old boy signed the bus. He grabbed a pen, walked up to the bus, and didn't sign his name.
I don't know if you can read what he wrote, but here's the gist of it: Obama "suks."
I won't tell you whether or not I agree with the boy - we definitely don't condone this sort of thing, but you gotta love a kid with guts like that, right? (He's got more than Luke and he's only six!)
Gordy got offers to see some...uh..."Winnebagos" if he let them on the bus. Hey, what happens in the Liberty Bus stays in the Liberty Bus. (Haha, just kidding. Didn't happen.)
The night ended after security drove around in a golf cart telling us about some tornado watch that we were never able to confirm. So basically, tonight ended pretty lamely, kind of like one of those high school creative writing stories that's due in an hour and you can't think of a good ending so you just tack something on half-assedly, like everyone dies or gets married and lives happily ever after or something.
Oh yeah, and Pat is a bum. See below.
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