Adult motorcycle riding stories. Anyway, even though it was Sunday, it was still not a "cruise" on those freeways around LA.
Then came a humongous thunderstorm and an awards dinner for about people.
Gliding downhill toward a stoplight, I gradually applied brakes and—.
Il Mostro Returns.
Why did I run out of gas?
The first one came from a clogged fuel filter.
One older couple brought a cooler of ice water and sandwiches the first day.
I ride still.
Nowadays I catch their mistakes before they make them.
The Sunday Best.