
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Not your typical wedding photo.

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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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These kind folks let him stay at their house, eat their food, use their computer, and he has the nerve to make them pose under a picture that looks like they are being labeled as crabs...
My guess is the bike was both maid of honor and best man. After all, a Harley is part of the family. Ours would probably sleep in the house if we could get it thru the front door.
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