\n Man my engine won’t even turn<\/em>
\n My starter won’t start this mornin’<\/em>
\n Man my engine won’t even turn, turn<\/em>
\n Been fast-runnin’ lotta country roads to ruins<\/em>
\n Now my scooter got troubles abrewin<\/em><\/p>\n
My starter won’t start this mornin’<\/em> My starter won’t start this mornin’<\/em> Maybe there\u2019s water in my gas tank<\/em> My starter won’t start this mornin’<\/em> Marlow had awakened by this time and was sipping on his cup of office coffee when he ambled up to Augustus and his stricken bike.<\/p>\n \u201cTime for a new battery, eh?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLooks like it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSince I was here last, there\u2019s a new auto parts store on the town\u2019s edge that we passed on our way in here. They\u2019ll likely have one.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYup.\u201d<\/p>\n After the clerk filled the new battery with fluid and quick charged it – good for a couple of starts max, Marlow whisked it back to the motel. They commenced the install only to discover that Marlow had left the special universal connectors back on the store\u2019s counter.<\/p>\n “Sonuvabitch!” he exclaimed to no one in particular as he peeled out of the motel parking lot to fetch them.<\/p>\n After this second trip to the store, the battery install was completed. The initial starting attempt was an abysmal failure.<\/p>\n “Sonuvabitch to the goddamn 10th power!” exited Marlow’s lips.<\/p>\n After disconnecting every piece of power eating equipment (GPS, XM satellite radio receiver, light bar, cell phone charger, iPhone) from his bike\u2019s electrical bus, Augustus\u2019s machine softly coughed then roared to life after several last encouraging Die, you sonuvabitch, die! words of warning from Marlow.<\/p>\n Letting the engine idle to continue charging the battery, they loaded up their bikes. They tight boogied out of Clewiston onto the back roads of Florida\u2019s cattle and big sugar countries, Seminole and Miccosukee Indian rezs and the Everglades.<\/p>\n These landscapes are little known or visited by outsiders, since many of these county roads are not depicted on paper or digital maps.<\/p>\n Copyright \u00a9 2017 From My Isle Seat\/Van Zandt As Augustus awoke, his dream\u2019s music — an anthemic, long ago, blues tune — faded into Marlow\u2019s snoring and then into the great green lake O\u2019s soft wave action caused by a tall dark storm brewing to the north. But the song kept on in the background. Augustus quickly downed a complimentary cup of dishwater […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15476","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-island-times"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15476","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15476"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15476\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15478,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15476\/revisions\/15478"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15476"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15476"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15476"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n Man I hope there aint nothing wrong with my little machine<\/em>
\n My starter won’t start this mornin’<\/em>
\n Man I hope there aint nothing wrong with my little machine<\/em>
\nMarlow says \u2018\u201dYour battery’s shot all right and<\/em>
\n We\u2019ve been burnin’ bad gasoline.”<\/em><\/p>\n
\n And I’m about to lose my mind<\/em>
\n My starter won’t start this mornin’<\/em>
\n And I’m about to lose my mind<\/em>
\n Gotta get on the road, see the final place<\/em>
\n But my Harley is all outa time<\/em><\/p>\n
\n and my battery’s all run down<\/em>
\n Maybe there\u2019s water in my gas tank<\/em>
\n and my battery’s all run down<\/em>
\n How\u2019m I gonna start today\u2019s final chase<\/em>
\n If I can\u2019t get outta this lonesome place<\/em><\/p>\n
\n And my Harley won’t do a thing<\/em>
\n My starter won’t start this mornin’<\/em>
\n Now my Harley won’t do a thing<\/em>
\n I must begot some kind of bad disconnection<\/em>
\n Somewhere in my piston ring<\/em><\/p>\n![\"022617-1LIT\"](\"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/022617-1LIT.jpg\")
\nInstead of tracking straight down the eighteen-mile stretch to the Keys northern end of US 1, Marlow detoured them one last time off the beaten path just south of Florida City onto state route Alt 905. It winds through the glades and salt flats to a rustic place out in the mangroves.<\/p>\n
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