July 8 2023 Day Thirty Two

July 8^th – Lake Chocorua NH – Day 32

 

I made it to Lake Chocorua today and it happened to be a bit dryer than what I have been dealing with. I did have to make a stop and get an oil and filter change on the bike since it was time, but knew just the place to have that done, Laconia NH and although I missed their rally by a couple of weeks, always a good place to stop and have the bike wrenched on and visit with the locals. At that point it’s only about 45 minutes to my final destination, Lake Chocorua and with a short ride from Wilmington to Laconia, not problem at all. That is except for all the shit I had to deal with after leaving the Village Pub which should have been a nice drunk walk back to the dive motel.

 

I was doing a good job staying standing and making my walk back without stumbling walking like a drunk, but the further I started to get from the bar and the closer to the motel with no gas stations, bars or other stops I could feel my bowels make a terrible gurgling sound and feeling the urge to go. I figured I had to step it up a bit so I could get back to the room to relieve myself, but about 50 yards to my motel room, which happened to be on the second floor, I knew I wasn’t going to make it that on this small bridge over the creek just before the motel I had no choice but to drop my shorts and take a dump on the bridge. Well, it didn’t quite work out, or come out the way I had hoped. I got my shorts down and before I could squat there was shit filling up my underwear and shorts that I’ve got a mess to deal with now. 

 

I did my best to get a little cleaned up to get me to the room, but it was all for not and already a hell of a mess to deal with. I did make it to the room and of course the first thing was to the bathroom to see what I could salvage not only of my cloths but of me so I could get at least somewhat cleaned up to hit the sack. The underwear were easy enough to throw out, but I did have to wash out my shorts as best I could. What a bunch of shit and it didn’t stop there. Nothing like dealing with a bunch of shit when your drunk. I did do my best getting cleaned up to get to bed, but when I woke up in the morning something sure felt a bit slimmy in the bed, sure enough I still had shit on my legs and brought it to bed with me. Yep, more shit to deal with and it’ll take a little longer to get ready for today’s ride than it otherwise would’ve. 

 

Ok, this is where I can admit why my blog ended so abrubtly that year was because I didn’t know how I was going to write the story and trust me that I wouldn’t have included anything about shitting myself. 2 years later and I guess I can come clean, no shit, and be honest with myself and everyone else who might be wondering what the hell happened to me. It wouldn’t be a blog and even though I would’ve known the story, it wouldn’t have been a true story.

 

Now that the shit is out, there was a bit more to getting to Lake Chocorua that I do get to write about. Once I arrived, I did get unpacked and ready to relax, but figured getting my bed ready and doing some more cleanup would be the thing to do before I started drinking. I made my way downstairs with some help and as I was trying to setup a mattress in the basement where I normally get to stay in NH, I hit my head on the rafters since it is a small basement and with that George grabbed my stuff and moved me to the second floor. You must be kidding. It was only a few years ago that I had even gotten to see what the second floor looked like, that to be able to sleep on it is going to be a treat. Sure, one of the kids had to give up sleeping in the room with his buddy, but me getting a bed on the second floor is going to be a treat. 

 

I don’t remember much other what happened the rest of that day 2 years ago, but I do know I did have a good time and was going to enjoy and relax for the next few days before heading back home. That is heading back home for the Harley Davidson’s 120^th Anniversary party in Milwaukee on my way back and likely more rain to deal with on the East coast.

 

Oh, and for those who I warned you will never believe what I am going to write about and admit, here it is!