Who rolls in but Feather guy from one year earlier. Same bike, same bald tires, same feather. Odd coincidence running into this local guy a second time one year apart.
There's this hole in the wall burger joint we like in Willits. Same parking lot, there's also ice cream. But that idea got nixed in favor of air conditioning. So we headed for Laytonville, a former logging town that's got just the thing.
When I was 12 years old, I used to drive our IH 460 to the closest gas station down the highway, about 5 miles away. My dad gave me a $20 bill, and it almost filled the tank.
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