The Absolute Reason to Have A Motorcycle On Beach

The absolute reason to have a motorcycle on the beach!

This morning, I went with two very good friends, Barry White and Luther Vandross for a walk down the beach.  When you exit my gate, you are facing the ocean, turn left and you are heading South on the beach in Crucita.  That is where we are going. South.  After I pass the fishing boats, a wide beach awaits me.  The tide is out, the sky is still tinted with the shades of early morning and the slow roll of the waves beckons me to get going.  This is when Barry starts to sing in my ear.  Now I don’t care if I ever stop walking, heck I may just go on to Salinas.  I don’t know about anyone else, but when Barry growls in my ear my step quickens, right ladies?  I’m thinking of the many loves I've had along the way and the love that is still at home in bed because he is retired.  UGH.  This end off the beach is beautiful!  When the tide is out you can see what we call the lava fields.  I don’t know if they are lava or just plain ordinary rock but they are stupendous.  I scan the whole area thinking I will see an elusive mermaid sitting on a rock or Moby Dick floating by.  Who know what lurks under and around those rocks.  As I am happily stepping out with my friends, up behind me comes a group, it is comprised of most every age of human you can think of.  Some jog by, some fly by, and some I know wish they had Barry singing in their ear.  When I finally reach the fliers ( those show offs) they are doing lunges on the beach. I’m sure they think they are giving encouragement to those of us that do not lunge and fly.  Now please tell me, what makes them think, seeing them do lunges and still breathing, makes us like them.  I guess they are too young to understand, this is a retirement beach and we don’t do fast.  Little show offs.  I just smile and pick up my step, I’ll show them.  I hope they don’t notice my damp brow and gasping breaths. Lunges my a**.  With no going back I continue on, I’m sure I look smashing in my Lane Bryant black one piece Miraclesuit.  Miraclesuites’ hold everything in place so they say tell me.  I am back in stride and here comes another hurdle.  This beauty walks past sporting a white bikini with flowing mane and beautiful smile.  It’ so hard to hate her, but a little trip into the sand may not hurt either.  Ugh.   I decide to walk further down the beach and around the corner of this cliff.  Starting here you lose view of the condos and other life forms on the beach, thank goodness.   I am picking them up and putting them down, as I watch the crabs scurry across the way and the sea gulls scanning the surf for a quick snack.  I keep my head down eyeing the rocks for some treasure.  Surely one day I will find an artifact or better yet a hunk of gold to show sleeping beauty when I get back.  When I round the last corner I spot something in the water.  Now being youthful once I have a pretty good idea what is in the water. The motorcycle carried them far away from the prying eyes of the beach walkers, fliers and lungers.  But… they didn't go far enough that Barry and Luther could not find them.   Now we are both embarrassed and it’s like ok what now?  I’m too old to run, lunging didn't look like an option so I pretend I don’t see them and they pretend they don’t see me.  I don’t know, but I think the moment was lost.  I guess I could have loaned them my friends Barry & Luther, but what the heck, I do have an ornery streak in me so I smile and turn back to the North.  It makes me wish my love was here instead of in bed.  I now have a new respect for motorcycle tracks down the lonely stretch of beach.  You know one of my dear friends Marlene, always tells me to wear sunglasses.  “If you have sunglasses on nobody knows if you are looking at them or not.” Crap why didn’t I listen to her, I wish I had them on now.  Fighting the urge to laugh I take the boys and we head home, past the lungers, joggers, fliers, and that darn girl in the white bikini.  Oh to be young again!