Dearest Sonny,
I arise at 4 AM on most days. I was raised by a mean old grumpy seargent and a mountain woman. I spent a lot of time in Appalachia with my grandparents where every drop of sunshine is precious and the days work waits for no one. Breakfast hours will be from a reasonable time for riders and drunks but not indefinite in length. Yours will be chilling in a To Go box outside your door
If you come this far (BIG on the if) you need to get up and ride brother. The bugle sounds early and either me or STB will be like a. Nuclear disaster horn going off. Last person up gets what's left and burnt. Country Vittles down the road a bit is used to
feeding trailering types and late risers. Who has the Gay Biker art work that got named Lupe' when he didn't show that time? I think there may be a new recipient on the horizon. I worked for a grumpy old guy in the 70's and he had me work at The Hunting Camp in Pennsylvania as part of my job. He told folks that if you didn't eat what he made for supper you would get it fried for breakfast. Have you ever smelled fried vegetable soup ? One guest will never forget it. Just saying.