Paul and Tim discuss the virtues of riding motorcycles in post-apocalyptic America while the Fair Marie gets what may be her final fix on Hollywood gossip and whatnot.
In true Ironworks form, we couldn't resist an excuse to not get together, and this whole end of the world business worked for us. Christian ponders who will sell tires after Saturday. And Hamm's, the official beer for end times.
Tim and Christian, above, met and confer about some technical details about the ride on Latch Island near Winona. Below, they pose for a cheesy backlit photo near the river and a quaint place where 90 percent of the teenagers in Winona go and drink beer on Saturday night without being busted. I am in the background standing on the bank on the other side of the river. Look hard, you'll see me there.
Down the Minnesota side and back up through Wisconsin with Christian, Race and Scot. I would have liked to have added a photo of our ride today, but Blogger is not cooperating with the download at the moment. So close your eyes and imagine riding your motorcycle on twisty roads and big sweepers. When your mental picture comes to mind, that's exactly how it was today.
Took off with Christian and Brian/Dave for some backroad blitzing. Dodged and weaved through all the 80-mile garage shoppers, a few cops - one who, bless his heart, provided a nice 25 mph-on-the-dot escort down County E into Alma, Wis. Stopped for coffee in Pepin at Great River Roasters, and then over to Minnesota and back home. Good gawd, it was great to get out and I feel re-charged, re-invigorated and ready to go.