So me and Dave-o have decided to sell our Panhead and Shovelhead so we can buy Streetglides, what a great decision that was cause now we can ride really far and really fast and not break down. We left out Saturday afternoon headed for Kentucky. We rode as far as Asheville and decided to call it a night, so we set up camp with a tarp on the bikes and a fire to help keep some heat on us as it was 38 degrees, and a six pack of beer.
The next morning we awoke to a fire that was burnt out and freezing ass temps. We jumped up stoked the fire so we could warm a bit before we rode off. Our plan was to stop at the first site of a Waffle House. Well it wasn't far, so we stopped in and wow what a breed of mountain people were here, they talked about seeing Angels and crazy shit.
The views in the morning were gorgeous tho.
Somewhere in Tennessee I found this big Rice Krispies Treats and had to have it, the lady gave us free coffee tho so that was kool.
The sites we seen in Kentucky was beautiful too, this was in podunk going to Maddog's house.
This is Kentucky can crushing technology here.
Dave-o before he passed out hard.
Maddog thanks for the hospitality.
The Richmond crew showed up.
Casanova had a cooler in his saddlebag.
We hauled ass yesterday through the mountains of West Virginia down through Virginia and into North Carolina. It was a good trip we touched 5 states in 1,359 miles in a day and a half. Yeah we rode baggers, they were free tho so we didn't pay any crazy rental fees. There is no way in hell I could get used to changing my radio stations and hitting the cruise button, but it did make for a change of scenery.
You don’t know me, but I’m your brother. I’m sent here to warn you about dabbling in witchcraft. Traveling on those baggers may seem a harmless enterprise, soft cushy seats with air-ride suspensions, digital clocks and XM radio. Many have tread down this wide path never to return and ended up wearing sleeveless jackets with H.O.G. patches.
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Do not be drawn into the dazzling factory chrome of Lucifer, with his thick foam padding and seemingly innocent backrests, oh ye children of iniquity.
Handlebar-mounted cup holders attract like the warm milk of Mother’s breasts but spew only death and poison.
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Repent!