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Sunday, January 13, 2013

Wide Open Bike Show 2013

Checked out the Wide Open Bike Show today. Got to hang with buds and look at motorcycles. I can dig it! I didn't snap a pic of everything I saw, but these are some of the best and worst, in my opinion. "To each his own," so you be the judge.....

Thursday, January 10, 2013

East Coast Trip 2012 - Day 6

    At the end of day 5, I was heading toward a campsite I had called on the Delaware peninsula near Denton, MD. I guess I didn't make it in time, so I set up camp well behind their building and was gone the next day before anyone knew I was there. On my way to this site, it got dark and this place was in the middle of nowhere, no city lights. This was also the buggiest air I've ever ridden through, by far. The combination of the lack of city light, my high beam, the bubble visor on my helmet, and the insect swarm, made it look like I was in Warp 5! You know, when the stars stretch and get really long. Except these stars were splatting on my visor and sounded like hail inside my helmet.
    Friday, 8-17-12. Today's goal: meet up with Argo and Shawn at Shawn's parent's place in South Baltimore later that afternoon. From where I camped, I was like 2 hours away. I got up with the sun, so I killed some time at Sandy Pointe beach on the Chesapeake Bay. The weather couldn't have been more perfect. Here's some phrases to describe the next 8 hours: Mexican boxing training, bay bridge traffic, oil tankers, sea gulls, Asians fishing, big ass umbrella blowing down the beach being chased by a 5-year-old for 200+ yards, stunt kites, super nice people, culturally diverse. I just sat there, wrote in my notepad, talked with a few folks, and overall, took in my surroundings and did nothing! Kinda nice.
      Met up with Shawn and Argo. Shawn stays in Richmond, VA, but Argo's flight landed in Baltimore. At some point, Shawn rode his and Argo's bike to his parents so we could ride together to his place. Pretty cool thing to do. So, we got the bikes and headed toward Shawn's just before dark. The radar didn't look good. Got through D.C. ok, but then, a familiar situation. We rode the next 100+ miles in the dark, in traffic, in the rain. This stretch would be, by far, the shittiest on the trip. Shawn was on a stretched out, 300mm rigid, and Argo hadn't ridden  for more than a half an hour at a time in 8 years. Trial by fire homie! We got to Shawn's place, worn slick, met the fam, grubbed, and crashed out. A warm bed and a shower were much appreciated.