You have to have some petrol to do the Beast.
Halloween is near and the Ghouls want out. No not the sticker, the ghoul in the chrome, see him.
Tasmanian Devil and Deli, I never asked the name, now I know.
The first time Greg(Smooth Rider) rode the Dragon and we stopped at Deal's Gap, there were no Mountian Dews and no cigs.
He was one sad camper and made his disgruntlement known loudly. But the Beast had both.
Even the mightyest of steads needs a rest, acutually it was us who needed the rest, here is the spot we enter the lair of the Beast, HWY66 in Eastern Tennessee.
HWY66 to the right please.
Greg pounding the Beast, in Hard Rock Corner.
Hord Rock corner conquered and off he goes in style. Action shots are the best.
You can't always trust road signs.
You guessed it we got lost, not really but I have never noticed this little community before.
Meanwhile back at the ranch our two heroes, have split wood all day long, all fingers in tact, but blood loss was evident on both. Bandage and blood stains on trousers .
Lucky 13 has a wound but does not show in this pic, lucky for him he has his tall shoes on.
