I rode Ruby thru the thick smoke to Lake City yesterday. Stopped at the trail site memorializing Alfred Packer to stretch the legs and consume some p-nut butter Ritz crackers and a soda. I could hear rolling thunder and turned to see four Harley's coming 'round the corner. The front man saw me and abruptly slowed and pulled in, barking something that I couldn't hear as he pulled up nearby. The rest followed.
I after the rumbling was stifled and helmets were removed I said I couldn't hear what he was saying. "I'm envious of your beautiful Valkyrie". I laughed and said he had a bunch more invested in his gorgeous top of the line hawg, but he knew of what he spoke and pointed to his tall (at least 6'6") buddy. "He's got one". After ribbing the buddy about riding his Harley and leaving his Fat Lady pining for adventure in the dank and lonely garage, we chatted for awhile about these wonderful Joe Boyd creations and the joys of motorcycling in general.
I even gave them a brief history of our legendary local cannibal.
None of them had heard of Alfred Packer, BTW.
I said my nicetameetchyas and fare thee wells and departed first, red lining thru the first few gears. It just felt right!
