We rode this morning… No badges nor patches, no members only jackets (well one or two)...it was just a ride. Go Mustang, Tom, Jules, Dustin and Dave....Ride Dare and Monty there’s roads to un-pave. Upwards and on words the temperature dropped, down came the rain... so for a beer we stopped. We flew like birds passing each other...we’re all a brother, bound by a common mother. We leaned into corners and rose though the mist, we saw temples and paddies nothing went a miss...not even the girl who showed us her tits…
