It was an innocent enough visit Friday afternoon. Just a stop for a beer and a few hands of rummy 500. Next thing I know, we're headed for a couple of bars and getting back at 1am. Then, I'm awakened by Z at 8am telling me he's going to rent a bike and we're going for a ride.
First stop after picking up the Harley is La Casita in Mammoth, where Z has an accident with a fork.
Mmmmm, breakfast at La Casita. Ok, they don't have a breakfast menu so it's a Tamale enchilada style with one fried egg on top.
There's Z way up the road in lead.
The road wizzes by...
There's Z with his snowboarding goggle on, cruising down the road at 80, getting bugs in his teeth.
See how his hair is blown back. It stuck like that everywhere we went. He could stand still and look like he as going fast.
It's a Buster and Z adventure. Gotta have the signature photo where one person risks their life while driving to take a picture of both of us. Every trip has one.
Z on the Fat Boy. It would less gay if it didn't have those tipover bars. The rental shop has to protect the bike. That doesn't mean Z can't scrape them on turns whenever he gets a chance though. Or...forget to put the bike in neutral before he starts it.
Z's turn to take the picture. Thanks Z.