The Biker, The Blues and The Runaway Boa

There are all kinds of folks running away from all kinds of things. I ran into a good looking gal named Boa The Babe at a nightclub that favored rhythm and blues, scantily dressed ladies along with both men and women from the biker scene. Someone once asked me how does a person forget a bad situation and just relax for the evening? Well all I know is that if you watch Boa work those feathers you’re probably not thinking about missing last month’s electric bill. I mean if I am lying I’m dying people….. Allow me to digress.

I pulled out of Detroit Michigan and crossed the bridge into Windsor Ontario. Some of the best night spots in the world are located in Windsor. The customs guy was actually cool about the bike and nodded me on. Not always that way but this time it was cool. I had been there before, actually I met a young lady the last time around named Marilyn Chambers. Yes, that Marilyn Chambers. I only met her but she was interesting to say the least. She had a polaroid camera with her and she would take her photo with you for $25. I remember saying that I would give her $25 if she didn’t take my photo. She thought that was funny, I did too. She asked what are you running from? I said me, nothing just being free. She smiled and said yes me too and away she went. This trip however I was watching a sophisticated extremely exotic lady about town on the stage and she was not only good looking but talented. By the way if you think stripping for a living doesn’t require talent and they just bump and grind well try it. It is an art for sure and the music is great. This dancer was presenting her performance to the tune of “Dancing In The Moonlight” by King Harvest. The song came out in ‘72/73 by a French American band and smoked the charts for weeks. So there I was taking in this song and the charisma of this fine dancer. Nice time to be alive was the over arching feeling in the room I would say. Sure beat watching Dr. Welby or another rerun of Gilligan’s Island that’s for sure. Molson is the beer of choice up in their neck of the woods, good beer too. So I tilted a few, ok maybe six but no more than eight anyway. So this place was clean, not your standard den of iniquity and it actually had two pool tables. Whatever was going on at one of them was gathering a good size crowd. So my choice was to set still and give up this exotic love affair from afar or go check out the action. I opted to go and see what was happening. A big dude wearing a cut off told me that the game was up to $1,000. I said really because even in places like this that number is rare. They were playing nine ball and one of the players was a woman. Both tremendous shots and both prima donnas in their own unique ways. You could see it. It was in their walk and more. My eyes kept glancing over to the stage as this woman was now performing to Bad Company’s “Ready For Love” with some of the best lyrics a biker could ask for, “Walkin’ down this rocky road wondering where my life is leadin’ - rollin’ on to the bitter end - finding out along the way what it takes to keep love living - you should know how it feels, my friend.” Pool games come and go but this woman was more than just exotic. I was thinking she was being truthful about something revealing it through her choice of music. I had to know. There’s that damn moth to a flame thing again. I am telling you her beauty caught my attention, her movements increased my interest for sure but it was her choice of music that told this traveling dude there’s a story there. The question was how do I approach her? I certainly didn’t want to come continued on next page