
It hurts my heart to load my bike into the back of a truck but these are the facts. I'm in need of a longer bed, heavier rear suspension, and a few more than four cylinders. But we made it to Des Moines and back.

Crossing the desert


Doom=Lost Soul


Diamond Dave is just used to this sort of thing

Zac pisses on his feet because his friend told him it keeps athletes foot away.

We ran out of gas in the middle of the desert. I noticed the sign that said "next gas stop 100 miles" after we passed the exit. It was a good thing we had motorcycles with fuel in the tanks.

Stealing gas from Petes tank.......

Desert Flowers

Gas stop in the Mountains

We returned home to 40 degree weather. I offered to drive the extra 90 miles to the city and drop Brian of at his place but he said he would rather ride. So I gave him a helmet and some chaps and patted him on the ass. His headed light was in and out before he left the drive way.... I knew he was in for a great ride.
3 comments:
i drove the slowest,the least,and still got the only fuckin speeding ticket. Nebraska...jeff was wright.
roadcourse3? nice job boys!
liking that night photo of your friend Brian fucken "A" man, his bike the road and the Moon ta get him there..
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