In the words of Lou "Mystic" Usher, "Ride hard. You can rest when you die." :) Yeah, and I was probably 50 pounds lighter back then! JB2's a great riding buddy, he's always angling for photos, just like me. It took a bit to get the V-Strom through the gate, but it was worth it to get those pix. That was an epic day on the road for me 'n D (she had flown into Colorado Springs so we could ride two-up back to Cali), and we had already done Pikes Peak and Phantom Canyon Road before we met you in Florence that day. However, YOU sir, cranked out nearly a thousand miles that day (Albuquerque, NM > Florence, CO > Albuquerque, NM), just to hang with the likes of us for a few. I think you might be even crazier than we are! Alex Prior deserves a ton of credit for all of that, as does Don Lansing, as does Erik Buell. Bucket list through and through. One of the coolest guys I've ever met. I've been fortunate enough to ride with him probably a half-dozen times or so, and each time has been epic. And you're right, he's one of the most down-to-earth dudes you'd ever want to meet. He deserves a special place in the history of motorcycles. ^: Climbing Pikes Peak. This was before they paved the rest of the road to the summit, and the pic above shows the old transition from pavement to dirt. ^: ^: The "welcome to" signs on the north end of Phantom Canyon Road. ^: House-hunting with Denise. ^: Bartimus, TBear and me in Florence, CO. Denise and I had spent the night with TBear at his home in Guffey, CO, and he had been our most-excellent traveling companion and tour guide on this day. Photo by Denise ^: Bartimus astride MadDuck's Buell Ulysses. It must be nice to have legs long enough to flat-foot this thing. I could barely reach the ground even with the low-rise seat Erik loaned me! ^: Bart's GORGEOUS '95 Buell S2 Thunderbolt, one of the sexiest motorcycles ever to consume fuel. ^: One of the last pix me 'n D took on the day, as we humped westward across Colorado on Highway 50. Although we really, really, REALLY wanted to hole up in Gunnison when we rode through there at dusk, we had made previous arrangements to meet up with Lori and DBird in Grand Junction and had to press on, even after it got cold, and dark, and seriously deer-infested. This was back before I had a GPS and we were doing all our navigating with paper maps. We rolled into GJ about 11 o'clock that night, pretty much wiped out.