This day on the beach began like so many on the beach. Saddled into a bike and off for some place different to eat. My coffee shop was closed on this day, but the taco place next door was open. These might be the best breakfast tacos I've eaten.

They were so good I loaded up for lunch and carried it home for the girls.

Of course, it was after noon (if not barely so) and I decided the smart thing to do was to finish the 12 pack from the other day while I watch the world go by on the deck. Minutes later, and out of beer, it was time for another ride. This time, I thought I'd swing in to the bait and tackle shop just to see if they had some bright shirts for being seen whilst riding. Sure enough, I found bright pink, orange, and yellow. As reflective as traffic cones each one. What I did not realize is that I'd picked up an orange one that did NOT have the requisite Edisto Beach livery.. No.. no.. This one had some other endorsement that my lit up ass did not see until my wife challenged me the next day: "What is ON your shirt?" "What? The orange one?"

Pro tip: When you buy clothes at a bait and tackle shop, it's buyer-be-warned. And for the older fellas...pack your readers.

So, while there, I asked if they'd let me drink beers out of the cooler while I sat on their dock. They were accommodating and I headed to the water. There, I found an older gentleman named Gordon in a kayak. He called for help so I told him I would. I said I don't know much about boats, but I could lend him a boost if he needed out. He didn't have the wind to blow into the whistle they gave him at the shop, so I ran to get the young man in the shop and we both oriented Gordon and his rented kayak.

Gordon looked like he needed a beer, so I offered him a seat and as many beers as he'd like. Me and Gordon got along well while the natives kept a watchful eye.

We chatted for an hour or so before he said he'd need to get back to his bride who is infirmed and cannot walk. I walked with him up the peer to send him off and he stopped at the bike rack. Sure enough, Gordon hopped on a bike from the early 80's and toddled off to ride home. Gordon is 84 years old.

After beers with Gordon, I invited my wife to walk up to the bar for dinner. The BBQ was unexpectedly on point for a place above a bait shop. We went around the world on their 4 taps and then I did everything I could not to face plant on the ride home. It was short, but I probably rode twice as long by doing way, way too many circles. Our last day in Edisto had been a wind-down special, and it was glorious.

My last week before the new job has been spent home, buttoning up things on the X5 and elsewhere that I don't expect to have time for a while after next week. And goes today's project with the tail lights. That will begin in a bit. The pool is open today and that's a project that will keep the midnight oil burning for awhile.

That brings my updates from the road to a close. Thanks again for reading. And remember, all of this fun was brought to us courtesy of an 18 year old BMW. Nearly 3,000 miles, break neck speeds, and 80lbs of rack and bikes in tow. Narry a whisper of trouble from the car but for the silly light warnings. Something weird happened to me at 150k... Lights on the dash are no longer a problem. Like a baby that cries when hurt.. at least the thing is breathing.

Until next time, fellas...

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