Before I had my motorcycle wreck and my visit with God, before the national economic collapse and ensuing philosophical rethinking over my lifetime priorities,
I used to ride 'Old Thunder' up to a 'bar'.
Actually it was an old boxcar out under some trees in the country.
The boxcar was just a place to ride the old motor to late at night,
to actually stay off the roads and avoid the traffic, the cops, and all.
The boxcar, it was alright to drink till 2:00 which was alright with me.
Actually I had my flask and a few bottles in my pack so I didn't spend much money there.
One time I was pulled over for speeding, and the cop asked me where I had been. I don't lie and told him I had been up to the boxcar.
{He knew where I had been anyway and respected me for not lieing to him as cops listen to lies all day, and hate them.}
He said that I seemed kinda drunk and I replied by walking over to old Thunder and pulled the keys handing them the cop saying here,
just mail these to me, I can come and winch the motor in the back of my truck tomorrow, done it a hundred times."
He asked how far I would have to walk home, an I looked off into the distance saying, "Ohhhhh.... 3-4 mile ... as the crow flys."
A couple of hours."
He just handed the keys back and said just be careful and I said yesssir.
Cranked up old Thunder and boomed for the farm, and to have me a beer.
Of course.
The point of all that is,
that with the new economic state of things or lack of it,
People can't drive around and drink beer all the time like they used to be able to. Municipalities make their money preying on people driving around and drinking beer. Predators of the worst kind they are.
They are supposed to be working for us, not aginst us!
However staying at home and drinking ones own beer and ale is the new lifestyle of choice for old Knife.
{Anyone want to split a barrell of pale?}
{Need a Homemade Knife?}
Blacksmith Jack