My forehead sweats in this weather so when my Mickey Mouse Christmas bandanna/headband got sopped I tossed it in the wash and put on a traditional red bandanna. While putting gas in my car a guy kept looking at me oddly. It finally occurred to me that it might be my red bandanna.
Back in the car my wife said, “One of these days that thing is going to get you shot.”
“Nobody is going to look at me and think I’m a Blood.”
“That guy did.”
I thought about it, remembered that most of my AA biker pals belong to a group associated with the Outlaws, and knew that somebody has my back. Who knew I’d become so “dangerous” when I turned 58? :rolleyes: