Due to the lack of anything that resembled good headlights, Baby Clint and I took off ahead of the rest of the guys in the hopes of racing down the last bits of daylight. Made it almost to Stockton, but by then we tucked in behind and in front of cars with enough candlelight for the both of us as we blasted up 99.
Had a great time at the Hideaway, partied with everyone, and then camped on Jerry's front lawn. I still owe you a pair of socks Jerry! Big thanks