

People always ask me if I carry a weapon when I travel, and then when I say no they ask if I'm afraid. Looking at that mug shot with the shades and helmet, do you think there is anything that should scare me?
When you learn with broken bones and trips to the hospital that you are too damn old to race motorcycles, what do you do? Epic rides, of course. Two years ago it was Key West to Prudhoe Bay and back to South Carolina. This trip: The Four Corners of the lower 48. Coast to Coast, Border to Border, and Back in a Flash
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Fraud???
All I see is pictures of him playing dress-up in the driveway - the bike isn't even moving....
Now Todd, dear, let's now jump to conclusions. If your father said he rode to Florida and took all those pictures of places and people he's seen lots of times, then of course he did! At least he better be on the road because I'm cleaning house (a major concession for me) and expecting him here ready to ride with us. Jay, are you sure you took the tracker with you?
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