A Visit With Elvis! REALLY!

My wife and I had purchased a 2001 Harley Ultra Classic (FLHTCUI). Our first trip, which was 2 weeks after we got the bike, was a suprise trip to Memphis, as I didn't tell my wife where we were going. This was also to celebrate our 8th anniversary. She finally found out on I 24 west we were going to Memphis. We camp out on our trips, so we checked into the KOA across the street from Graceland. After setting up camp we proceeded to take the famous tour. We saw the whole shot, or so we thought at the time. It was very hot, so we hit the pool, showered to get the clorine off us, then proceeded to drink a half fifth of black velvet (with coke of course). After a fine buzz, we decided to WALK to the Rock and Roll Cafe, which is directly across the street from Graceland. We sort of walked (hehe) into the place. I had on a Jim Thome #25 Cleveland Indians t-shirt on and one of the patrons jumped up and yelled "OHIO,,,,, YEEEEAAA". I approached the gentleman and asked him , "What's up?" He said, "You guys from Ohio?". replying, "Yea, Sandusky", He said "Home of Cedar Point!!"(which is a world class roller coaster park on Lake Erie in north central Ohio). "Far out! I'm from Madison" Which is about 30 miles east of Cleveland, about 80 miles east of Sandusky. "Let me buy ya a beer". After we traded SEVERAL beers, he asked "Where are you staying?", I replied, "at the KOA"... "In a TENT!!!! he said. We assured him we do it all the time. He said," Screw that, you can stay at my place." Well, about then the wife kicks me hard under the table, so I asked, "And where would that be?' He informed me he lived across the street. After that registered I said,,, "Right, we're loaded, and GRACELAND is across the street, I'm not that loaded". He says, "Heck I know that, I live there." He proceed to stand up, open his wallet, and hands me a business card declaring Mark ----------, Superintendant of Graceland" Needless to say we were floored. He was more loaded than we, so my wife drove his Chevy (roadboat, concert cruise, white with red interior) back to the KOA, pitched all our gear in his trunk, and proceeded to the gate across Elvis Presley Boulevard. Under the dash he pushes a button and the gate swings open. Sticking his head out the window he told the guard, with a thumb my direction, "The guy on the bike is with me". After a waive thru we proceeded up the drive to the left, around where Elvis kept his cars and pulled up at a guest house on the property that was used by Billy Smith, Elvis's cousin. We're simply stunned, freaked out, goosebump and all. Emmediatly I had an urge to do an act of nature at the nearest tree. What a trip it was, peeing in Elvis's back yard! We entered the house, and the guy starts reaching in the kitchen cupboards and pulls out all kinds of different liquor. "Had this? Here lets do some of these!" an so on. We partied well into the morning. The wife decided to call her daughter. After Amy answered she said ."But Mom, the caller ID says "Graceland"! Your going to get in really bad trouble. You and dad didn't jump the fence did ya?" My wife gleefully told here the story. Well ok, slurred it then! The next afternoon when we got up, he offered us a prime rib dinner for two at Marlowes down Elvis Presley Boulevard, IF I would ride him on the Harley, as he had never been on one. Replying "Hell Yea!" He was right, he'd never been on one, because he kept trying to lean over to see himself sitting on the seat of this beautiful machine" After which I yelled" SIT STILL, or I'll have to pick up the motorcycle and YOU". He behaved after that, and we proceeded to Marlowes Steak House with the wife behind us in the Chevy. We have an awsome, 7 course meal. He topped it off by asking, "Care for and Oatmeal Cookie?" After a funny look he told me it was an after dinner cocktail... The price was right, he was still buying! After three of these I asked him what was in it? He told me, Baileys, Jagermeister, and Goldslagger! I emmediately knew I had my last one. So, he proceed to court this fine, tall, dark haired southern belle. To impress her, he invited her back to Graceland on the back of my Harley! The wife looked awful funny, but with a full belly she didn't protest. Enough about that night, hehe. The next morning we were packing up and ready to go, as his people were reporting to him for work that day. An older, gimpy, gentleman (resembling Colonel Sanders), walked slowly around tha Harley, and informed everyone, "Old Elvis, shit, He's be proud to have this Hog up in here!!!!" Believe me, no prouder than I was! Mark called me up to the porch, and gave me a key as a momento of our visit. I asked him what it was, he said it was the key to the last Harley that Elvis rode, the red and white ElectraGlide! But there were stipulations that I could never tell anyone. I returned it to him and he said "You don't want it?" Obviously, I would have cherished it, however, I would have to tell ever son of a bitch I know! Also, I have great respect for Elvis, and realised it wasn't this man's to give. I heard a "thank you very much" come from behind me, turning around was the tree from the night before.... shivers for sure. Winding down the driveway, with one last stop at the gravesights, we proceeded to the gate.. A very large person was standing in front of us with a road guard hand up, and the other on his service revolver. Stopping quickly, he asked. "Who are you, and how did you get that motorcyle in here?" I informed him that I was Bob Smith, visiting Mark --------- for a few days, and was on our way home to Ohio. He said, " Well have a safe ride home then, take care." The gates swung open, and a little girl had a very shocked look on her face, yelling.\, "Elvis is leaving on a motorcycle!" I smiled and thanked her very much, we had helmets and glasses on, and man was I flattered.