For me to describe the Hell Bus Ride this weekend was would take ages.
The bad my Royal Enfield had the bottom end seize on me coming down the Wenatchee pass.
The good got my Triumph back the shop said 5k in damage I said bullshit, threw some of my stock parts back on and tightened some stuff down, took her out and it feels real good.
so now some pictures I was taking while riding 2up with a dude that was on a borrowed bike, for a couple of hundred miles, about 50 miles in the rain going over Stevens Pass in the cold rain.
The bad my Royal Enfield had the bottom end seize on me coming down the Wenatchee pass.
The good got my Triumph back the shop said 5k in damage I said bullshit, threw some of my stock parts back on and tightened some stuff down, took her out and it feels real good.
so now some pictures I was taking while riding 2up with a dude that was on a borrowed bike, for a couple of hundred miles, about 50 miles in the rain going over Stevens Pass in the cold rain.
My delightful realization happened at the party on Saturday. I was drinking and flirty and my lame husband bailed on me. He was at brunch though, a very rare appearance, like a Sasquatch or Yeti.