At 201, you get scrambled eggs on your hat, and you can't hang around us common folk anymoreWhat happens at 200?
I do love starting up the Lightning and tearing ass all over the central coast of California.
Well fellers its been good! I learned a lot on this thread, seen good things, and had a few laughs. My time is up...I won't forget the comradery between the -200 pack. I hope I can survive the 200+ big guys, wish me luck.
I took off this morning to go up Yarnell Hill and into Prescott. I knew the weather was going to be too good to waste; 80 in Phoenix, and low 60s up in the mountains.
But just before I got to Wickenburg, traffic was at a standstill. I asked an officer who was managing the backup, and he told me that there was a fatality crash up ahead, a couple on a bike. I just turned around an came home.
Be careful out there guys.
I'll get in on this club. I'm a minority because I ride a Blast.
Think of us as being on the Island of Misfits with Eric Buell as Santa.