Sometimes when travelling you run into stuff that - well, quite frankly - is out of place. Our Man-in-the-Field had one such experience on his recent return from Seattle while passing through the wonderful Black Hills of South Dakota. At Mount Rushmore, no less. Seriously, where would you expect to run into members of the Cambodia Biker Club? This goes on my list of bad-assery; I got a cool patch sent to me.
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| Cool patch. |
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| Cool riders. |
