Last weekend I went on the annual SFRC Goldrush ride out to Eastern Oregon. This was my favorite part of the road:
...but the whole thing was pretty awesome. Riding, camping, swimming, bikes, beer, handguns, a shag-carpeted outhouse, a power-station tour, red meat three meals a day, fifteen soap-operas' worth of drama - what's not to love?
On the way home I killed a bird with my helmet. Any tips on de-sliming will be gratefully accepted:
Yeah, that's just gross.
Anyhow. Every so often a non-riding friend of mine will ask me what's so great about this whole motorcycle-club thing. To them I say,
That is all.