Youngest son (Nicky, 7) and I completed the ride but we didn't really feel like hanging around afterwards. We were up the front with Blackdog and co, about a dozen bikes ahead of the mayhem.
Gini and I will be keeping an eye on Nicky for the next few days - he was a bit freaked out this afternoon about the whole affair. Tough stuff on a little one especially as it was his very first group ride.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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