the best a man can get
We stopped off in Gillette, Wyoming to see if there might be some CD sales. Wes and Des went to work in the parking lot while I hopped online to check my mail and try to keep up with my obligations. After about 20 minutes I looked out the window to see that a crowd had developed. This was a rowdy bunch. I soon came to discover that this was a rowdy town. The collective mode of living, as I learned, was rough around the edges in a wild-west sort of way. I loved it. It seemed like everybody we met either wanted to come on the road or were puzzled at why we'd spend more than 5 minutes there. All I could say in return was "The people make the place".There happened to be a big party going on that night and we were invited to come along. Why not? This party was going nuts! Somebody had called ahead and given a heads-up that we were on the way, so Des was an instant celebrity. Everybody was making their way through the pack of people to meet him. They had a mic and a little PA system, so he jumped up and rocked out. It was clear that this sort of thing doesn't happen in that town. It was great.
We were set to get back on our way the following day, but the people who threw the party had extended an open invitation for us to park on their ranch and spend some time there. I was hesitant, but ultimately turned around and headed back. For the next week we felt like part of the family. Mom and Pops were clearly rugged and wild bikers who don't take shit from anybody, but their hearts were pure gold. They took us on adventures to see Devil's Tower, their campground (the bike pictured above welcomes you as you roll in), and all sorts of good times. The whole family showed us love and I'll never forget our experience there. Our last two days were spent with the family who unofficially adopted Mom and Pops. Jim + Bev, and their son John, were some of the most amazing people I'd met in my life. I was astounded. I could write for an hour alone on that subject, but I'll just say that we love them with all our hearts and leave it at that.
1 Comments:
that's so touching. that kind of experiences, from time to time, give me hope again in people as sometimes i see so many fears and defensive attitudes in return, envy, etc., that good natured people add bright to the mankind. so i start thinking again that people is good at nature, so if they act in a defensive way, i try to understand them.
that taught me something important about people, and is to not judge the book by its cover. some people are rude in their manners (especially here in Galicia...), and another characteristics, but the real value of a person is on the heart, and not in the outside looks or manners. ok i'm too old to had learn that... i already *knew* that, and i think many of us were or are like that in a conscious way, but it's different to not only know, but to feel it.
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