It was beautiful this weekend, but I passed on going for a twisty ride just because all the other haven't-ridden-in-6-months folks were going to be out, blowing corners and generally re-learning how to ride.
No thanks, I think I'll wait.
Not me, I rode my ass off
.....but then, I got that new Sprint that demands to be ridden
Hwy 49 near Coulterville (Calif. gold country) was getting ripped up with Sporting bikes, but all was safe. It did get a bit spooky back in town when we started encountering the Cruiser crowd going home after spending that glorious 74 degree day at the local biker bars
.....there was shit loads of them rolling around town between 3 & 4 pm
