It was in the spring of 1964, and I was felling pretty good when I noticed two of the coolest Harley's I ever saw, and the riders were sitting in the second round table of the three that were outside the Arby's Joint. I admit I was a bit out of line when I said something like, "Man, I'd probably be in a world of hurt if I accidentally bumped into them scooters and laid them down, don't ya' reckon?
I remember the look that man gave me, and the quiver between his upper lip and right nostril, it kind of flared out a but.. ( that was pretty impressive,. believe me.)
I never did let a day go by with out thinking of what was just about to happen.
I kind of half-assed apologized, then offered to let him arm wrestle me to settle any differences he might have felt, or if I pissed him off a bit, maybe he could blow off a little steam at my expense, maybe..
So we got it on, and I held on pretty good for a while, then surprised this biker dude with my second wind, and pasted them knuckles on the concrete table top. It was a bloody mess, but the dude was a good sport. I explained I was in better shape than this baggy Surfer Tails Shirt revealed, Especially compared to the sleeveless t-shirt and them bulges present on my opponent's arms.
Someone told me that that was Sonny Barger, the President of the Hell's Angels, but I finally found out it wasn't him at all. Sonny is one of my favorite people in this whole world, and this song is dedicated to his adventurous and marvelous life.
I Love you Sonny, just like a brother! I hope you enjoy this tune, because it's all yours.
Respectfully
Colonel Oliver Wimbleton Pepper IV ESQ. BMI
Falling Figs Music, BMI
www.colonelpepper.com
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