Ever spend a weekend with no money, no plans, just some friends, some bikes, some happenstance, and a couple bunny hops.
I was sitting around the other day, just having a cup of coffee, thinking about all the world missed through the screen of an Iphone, or in a hotel room, or stuck in some routine that offer nothing more than familiarity, and I thought about the road.
It all happens out there.
In the battle for supremacy at the bottom of the barrel, FBM shoots for the stars, the top of the bottom.
In the chamber of the tin can man… Sometimes you end up at a roadside mini ramp on the Atlantic coast.