Sun was shining and daylight was ticking by as we left for Santa Paula Monday morning. 100 miles into our trip, Marty's motor came to an abrupt end, with a huge cloud of black smoke. This was not a good sign considering his bike leaked and smoked less than both mine and Wolfs!
With no time to spare, and beers, dinner and beds waiting for us, Wolf and I pushed west.
Tuesday morning was our final stretch and only 350 miles separated us from home. The remaining bikes ran great, the weather was warm, and the chopper gods forced a slip of the throttle before every cop! Great trip, great stories and great friends.
