Kilo West

Some rides are incredibly interesting just based on our conversations not so much the ride or riders. This one is about a location. A popular international destination. Florida. from the title maybe you can gleam exactly where. Ray was a very tan, relaxed late in 40s man with what I would call a beach goers aka surfer hair cut. His grey hair interlaced with blonde fell to the short sides from a long top. He was clean shaven , sunglasses The first part of our conversation was on how he traveled back and forth from his island furthest west in the island chains, he had grown up and went to high-school in Anderson. 'After work im always on vacation, I ride my bike home and I see dolphins off to the side, rays , it's magical. Im always on vacation. I love it." At some point our conversation was about women, we both seemed to have a taste for exotic women. Like a previous passenger he was adamant about the endless supply of forgien women, especially currently from Ukraine. " I turned down 3 marriage proposals one was from Ukraine but accepted the 4th". "She is Slovakian." "She is a sugar momma." 'I don't worry about anything not like my first wife, she was peurtarican, 14 years in the military, she started each day with 10 chin ups, short and strong, she did several tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. I used to drive her car for her untill I found out I was helping her run coke for the cartel. Thats super dangerous, I could have been killed. I stopped once I found out. Im certain she worked for the cartels." " wow" I interjected - "what do you do for work now?" With his arm up on the leather head rest of the seat extended, relaxed, in all my years not one person has taken that position. "Im a cheff, at the restaurant where I work I have to know some Spanish, the owner is an old pervert he hires gorgeous girls from Venazeula, Ukraine, where ever. They get 6 month work visas, he also gives them a place to stay like 7 at a time. Its like 7k for security and first months rent, I know hes sleeping with a few of them, maybe in exchange for the deposit, old pervert.' As we drove I remembered the mood of my time in Miami, the extreme wealth, the endless party atmosphere. I could almost cut and paste it over Kilo West as he talked. Yeah you could find bales washing up on the shore, I was always worried they would have a tracker, (I had just asked that question as we have almost synced our thoughts) so I left them alone but in theory you could search threw it in a trash bag and take it to a strip club and ask if the girls want to party with you, Gaurenteed they would, atleast one." I would just listen as my relaxed rider kept sharing the colorful life he lived down there. Brief stories about Fantasy Fest, Eden restaurant and the other wild sides of the island. Some almost unbelievable , but believable if you have spent one night out n' about in Miami. As quick as our ride had begun he dissapeared out into the wild public, with a you should visit sometime and just like that he was gone. latter that night I had a ride from a local bar called Jimmy B's. One rider came out and I said, " Is there 2 George's?" and just like that another man came out to hop in with the same name. The first George exclaimed, " How did you kbow that? our driver is Clarvoyant in a happy surprised tone." I replied humbly " Sometimes, Sometimes."