So the Dirty One baled on me..Packed his shit and moved to Idaho..been planning a trip that way for the last couple of months just never had the time to make it happen..Glides here and ready to try and make ammends so we loaded and did this weekend..
Now last time I checked Idaho was north of me but as we rolled toward the on ramp the glide went south..Well I was just along for the ride so I let it do what ever it wanted..damn thing need to prove it worth..So after a couple of hundred miles of needed detour I find myself headed up 395..Ok as long as your sorry ass don't fall to pieces on me again this works..I pop some Tom Petty in the CD player, crank it up...at some point turned up the volume too..
Hard rolling on the twister on the 110ci stage 3 does feel pretty damn good..I find myself drifting into that road comfort zone that my soul had been craving..I look down and the dawg is pushing 100mph..good for you let's see how long you can do it..we ride..Thinking that depending on how this week goes it might be my last good ride for the summer..put it out of your mind and enjoy...
Hadn't seen the Dirty One in a few months and had really missed Maria's cooking..So a few good meals,,some oil changing..road lies..a trip around and above Eagle Idaho....the Rat was feeling almost alive again..as we headed back to the real world..life's good..ride hard..
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Sounds like it’s staying in one piece this time. I guess the bitching paid off.
Way to stay alive. Sometimes the road is the only things that still tells me I'm alive and not a fucking "carcass in progress".
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