Studly Doright and I drove southwest to Panama City yesterday afternoon to pick up my new-to-me Yamaha Majesty. The nearer we came to our destination, the more prevalent were the signs supporting the re-election of Donald Trump.
Neither of us was surprised. This part of Florida is notoriously ultra conservative, and any Liberal voters are reluctant to advertise their support for a Democrat lest there be nasty consequences.
As Studly and the seller loaded the bike onto the trailer I visited with an older couple out walking their dogs. The woman was a talker.
“We moved here from Asheville, North Carolina,” she told me at one point.
“Oh, I love Asheville!” I said.
“Oh, you wouldn’t now!” She replied. “It’s all hippies and liberals.”
I smiled and winked. “I adore hippies and liberals. In fact, I’m a liberal myself.”
Now, this little woman who’d been amazed that her yappy little dog had taken a liking to me suddenly closed up like a clam. One would have thought I’d grown horns and a tail.
Fortunately Studly had the bike loaded by then and we made our escape. I had images of villagers chasing me with pitchforks and torches. Fun times.
I can’t imagine how wild it’s going to get between now and November. Those pitchforks I worried about might become reality.