A few of the riders in our hood invited me to go riding this morning. First time I meet them, three guys around their 70's. Nice guys front a H bagger, then a Truimph tripple, V-Rod and me on the Busa. Fastest we did was 60, then we stopped for lunch. Jim complained about the bumpy road and Manfred said we were going too fast. The Busa did not notice any bumps and all I can remember is back-roads with zero traffick, mean twisties and a 3 mile straight with grasslands on both sides. Guess where I will head back to soon.:-) My two shoulder angels did a good job and I listened by staying at the back and not twisting the throttle.
Sigh, why do we have to get old?
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Sigh, why do we have to get old?
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