It seems kinda dumb that we’re doing all these after work rides, and then I don’t get home to dinner until nearly midnight. We should just have a BBQ on the beach after.
Know what else is dumb?
Yeah, that log ride. Still kinda fun, but you gotta make it to the end, eh?. It’s moves like this that I’ll miss the most when Gabe moves to Ontario.
Chuck D., overshooting the mulleins.
It was our first ride on the Beer Run all year. Amazingly, the only spot I had to get off my bike was here. Too bad though. That’s the end of the mini road gap. Moment of silence please…
And now, a little flashback to my little dog. We may have gotten a new pup a couple of years ago, but the spirit of Harley lives on with Cooley.
Except the new dog seems to like the water even more.
Still can’t get her to read, though. It clearly says ‘No Diving."’
Finally, a little meat shot for all you BBQ fetishists out there.