Still groovin' from that ride we did...so much fun. I wish had me that saucy little table washer from the Rhythm Cafe right 'bout now...had to wash & wax Toruk myself this evening. And I don't nearly have the cleavage that girl did (thanks Harv for the dusty off road excursion). Ahhh man, sometimes I wish all I did was ride...and ride...and ride...
Enclosed a couple of pictures from last year in Sedona with another brother in arms. Rode up to the Mogollon Rim for 3 days. Was on a Z1000. Rick was on a ZZR 1200. 151mph across the high desert floor will set you right with the Creator. There is only the Present Moment and a quick prayer that a Jackalope won't step onto the tarmac in front of me.
Later on the same ride some vintage Ferrari's thought they could dust us. We blew by them at a buck thirty like they were motionless. Wealthy elderly gentlemen with wives wearing scarves on their heads. Pulling back into our lane as we crested a rise Johnnie