While riding my Harley through Southern Illinois recently I decided to pull off in a small town and have a beer.
I cruised the main street of the little town of Harrisburg until I spotted the neon beer advertisements in a widow and knew I had found my stop.
I rolled up and parked right outside the front door and proceeded into the bar.
When I open the door a rush of cool air hit my face and it felt real good after riding for two hours or so with the sun blazing down on my bald head.
As with most bars the place was dimly lit mostly with the neon advertisements but from experience I knew my eyes would adjust quickly.
I moved to the bar where there was an empty stool and order a cold beer.
While enjoying my beer and cigarette I scanned the bar to see what it had to offer in the way of entertainment.
I went over to the corner and checked out the music selection on the jukebox and found for a small little town they had some pretty good old classic rock tunes so I put a couple dollars in and made my selections.
By the time I got back to the bar my eyes had adjusted to the lighting so I proceeded to check out the locals that haunt every gin joint in the world.
Of course there was the old guy at the bar that had probably been there since it opened this morning and if still conscious would probably be there tonight when they closed.
There were only a handful of people in there in the middle of the afternoon but I knew that each individual had their own story attached to them.
As I sipped my beer and checked out the patrons I noticed a woman sitting toward the other end of the bar and when she caught me looking her way she just smiled at me and I nodded my head and smiled back.
Damn I hadn't been in there 15 minutes and already had been caught rubbernecking the local women.
In some small town this can get you a quick ass whipping because if they don't know you they think you're infringing on something they think belongs to them.
A woman may not even be with anybody in that bar but some guys take it personally when a stranger tries to talk to the local girls.
After ordering my second beer I asked the bartender if anyone in there shot pool and he said most of his shooters came in around 7:00 or so and I said I guessed I would just have to shoot a game by myself.
As I was racking the balls the woman at the bar asked me if I was going to play with myself and being the quick witted sometimes smart ass I can be I said that seems like a pretty personal question since I didn't even know her.
She laughed and said no I mean in pool and I told her she was more than welcome to join in the game if she wanted so she slid off her stool and made her way to the rack of cues hanging on the wall.
I'm sure she could have found a cue quicker than she did I think she was just letting me admire her physique from the rear.
When she returned to the table I told her y name was Tim and she presented her hand and told me her name was Joey.
While gently shaking her hand I told her that was kind of an unusual name for a girl and she said she hears that all the time.
Joey was not a boy by any means with here tall stature and long legs leading up to the rounded ass packed perfectly in her Levis and her snug fitting t shirt that hugged her upper torso like a teddy bear.
She had long reddish auburn hair and sexy blue eyes that looked like they could capture a man's soul.
Joey moved around the pool table very well and I could tell this wasn't her first day of playing pool
One of the nice things was when she would have to face away from me for a shot so I could gaze at her ass and wonder what treasures one might find behind that denim material that she wore so well.
I was lost in thought when I noticed she was looking over her shoulder to see what I was doing and there it was, I was caught ogling her backside and as I looked away she told me I might shoot better if I'd keep my mind on the game.
I told her that I got distracted for a minute and she just laughed and said she had noticed.
I inquired as to what such a good-looking woman was doing in a bar at this time of day if she wasn't the barmaid or waitress.
She told me that she had been sitting home bored to death so she just decided to run down here and hang out so she didn't have to sit home alone.
I told her I could relate to that and I went over to shoot and when I looked back I noticed Joey looking at my ass bent over the table and I asked her what she had said about concentrating on the game and she just smiled and told me that two can play the game to which I answered its more fun that way.
We shot about three games of pool and had some pretty good conversation over the next hour or so and she asked me where I was riding to and I told her that I wasn't going anywhere in particular just out for a day ride to get away from home.
She said that must be nice and I told her if she wasn't scared of motorcycles she was more than welcome to climb aboard and go along.
She said she was not only unafraid of motorcycles that she loved them and riding a motorcycle was a stimulating experience for her.