So, Jimmy, you now got to meet my older Brother
from Washington State.Of course I am speaking of Dale. He just had to buy one of those Red bikes, but...he is a damn fine rider, and between he and I...we will always represent the Great Pacific Northwest when you folks have these F6B gatherings down in the Southeast. It is ironic...that Dale just happens to be the one guy that actually lives closest to me...about 10 miles between our houses, and he too had his bike backed into (on this trip), and....... while he is a low-down, dirty rotten, turkey trotten, maggot eaten, flea bitten, sewer pipin' saggy sack of south siberian sheep shit all because he torn my bike into a million pieces in his shop...then he proceeds to ride down to Florida without me...laughing all the way
while he pours on the miles..............I still have mad respect for Dale........and not only because my bike is being held hostage in his shop
Jimmy I hope that someday you ghet a chance to ride with Dale, as the guy knows how to ride.