So Friday morning came and I headed off to find Monte's RV pad. After 35 minutes of the typical Friday morning traffic I pulled into the RV park looking for the lot number he had gave me. As soon as I turn in I see some guy in a robe and slippers snapping pics of me with a loaded down Triumph in front of him... this must be Monte's place.
After talking and looking over each others rides we decided to do a shake down run on some dirt that Monte knew of. John wouldn't be in from LA till later that afternoon, so why not. Monte might be able to tell you that name of the pass we took, it was some great roads with a awesome green chili burrito and cold beer for lunch. Then back to the RV to see where this other guy named John was at.