Following Deathwish out of camp... "They turned me loose from the nervous hospital. 'Said I was well. I got hired on by a Mr. Bill Cox fixing lawnmowers and whatnot. That grass out there in the yard has grown up quite a bit. I reckon I might cut it for you. " My old camera is getting harder and harder to get focused and framed while moving... I see the bikes ahead of me pulling off at a truckstop. Seems BradH's KLR is not running well. So we check the easy roadside things (air filter, fuel, spark) and can't get anywhere. so we contact the rest of the crew that is having breakfast 45 miles away. We limp to the Waffle House for our grease intake and let the other guys head our way.