Easy Rider

There we were. March of 2012 heading back from Daytona Beach from my FPL physical fitness test passing through Flagler Beach. Alongside us came the Easy Rider with his easy passenger, bed roll in search of a sandy, secluded spot. And then they were gone. Like ole Chevy Chase on the journey to Wally World, leaving me, in a sweat of journey in a Camry. Open wind and back lit sun trying to get in.
I was just content in the moment to be heading home to finally a job. It was a let down of grand scale when I got the job when David, the supervisor said, it would only be for a year you know....No, somehow I failed to notice that. I will take it. I need a job. Any job.
And so, parenthetically, I am again back in that Camry and the Easy Rider is somewhere in the sand doing what we all wish we could be doing. Goading the blokes who never had a clue in Camry's.