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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by nachtflug, Aug 4, 2003.
Ya did good 'flug...BZ to you...sincerely.
What a minute, how did I get roped into this...
Good on ya Flug
A more beautiful place for Ed's plywood piece could not be found.
as for you GSGirl, I don't here Knary complaining.
Hey I am a girl, it's in my genetic make up to bitch once in a while.
BTW: CroMag sent me flowers to work yesterday. I did not see any from you, you bastard. No More Pics for You!
I sent flowers to CroMag.
You Bastard, I knew you wanted something from me. But I never suspected it was my boyfriend!:ymca
This explains a whole bunch for me... Thanks Mr. Flug
btw don't let 'em tell you that listening to the voices isn't right... why some of my best friends listen to the voices...
"Rabia's around here somewhere...I can just taste it."
"Hi, I'm flug...and you have very hairy arms for a woman, did you know that?"
On yer knees bitch.
fuck flug. and fuck loaded. kiss my ass, andrew. you sure got purty lips, slanica.
What a nice tribute to a friend. Poetically written. You done good.
Yup, you done good, Flug. That was an inspired place to leave a memento of a motorcyclist. It would be hard to find a sweeter road or a better view.
Beautiful tribute, Flug.
thanks guys. it is appreciated. Ed left us at 42, we think we have our problems and then you come across someone like him.
The show must go on.
So I had no choice but to keep on gong since I didnt want to spend the night on the PA state line. The only thing of note we to watch the Ohio/Indiana flatness quickly change to PAs hilly terrain. After seeing the Rockies and the Sierras it made you realize how different the east is from the west. The intense green which was thick undergrowth filled with pricker bushes and every insect known to man, and the not so big any more trees we have here, plus mud and roots and rocks and humidity made looking at the woods along side of I80 in PA look like somewhere Id rather not go into for any reason. The outdoors is west. What we have here just aint right. Its not bad in places but theres really no comparison. So I rolled along I80 into dusk and finally reached I81 to take me north towards NY. I planned to get a room and continue to the Yankee Beemers in the morning if the weather looked good. It warnt not to be, as the rooms in the Scranton are were way more than I wanted to spend, and being 2 hours from home, I just said fuck it and rode home, a 960 mile day.
I got up the following day and knew the party was over, It was overcast and scattered showers in the forecast and I just wasnt in the mood to be dealing with a wet camping experience on the last day of a vacation.
So there I was. 7950 miles later and the bike had delivered me home with only the intermittent relay problem, and now theres nothing left but to summarize the trip and then this ride report is officially over.