I texted Thom before I even threw the covers back. I wanted to make sure we weren't holding back the Seattle boys. Thom, Todd, Kia, and Nick all stayed in a hotel that night in Eugene, and we were finally meeting up with them that morning. It felt like I'd been waiting forever for this!
I got up and tried to figure out how to use the coffee maker while flipping Kyle shit about still being in bed. I'm horrible with drip machines. I couldn't tell you how long it's been since I've owned one. Even with my brain all scrambled, I figured it out and paused as I watched those first drops of black gold hit the bottom of the pot. Hail satan for coffee!
Kyle and I took showers and got our gear together to load up the bikes. Thom texted back telling us to meet them at Cabella's. I finished the rest of my coffee and we were there in fifteen minutes.
It was so good to roll up and see six choppers filling parking spots. Especially these chops. It's the first time I've seen The Dragon, Thom's newest build, in person.
They all finished supply hunting and we headed to the nearest Denny's for some fuel. Coffee filled every one of our cups and the stories began. We've all only been on the road for a day, but, a lot has already happened. I swear half the fun of chopper trips is the stories we get to tell as we're stretching our legs and filling our bellies.
To everyon's dismay, Dalen's knuckle went tits up on the way down to Portland. Thom was still racking his brain to figure out the problem since, as we were eating, Dalen was loading the White Light White Heat on a trailer to bring it down to Oakland so Digger Darren, Thom, and Dalen could get it back on the road so he can ride with us to LA. We talk some more shop and shit as we finished our food and take those last sips of that black nectar of the gods.
After paying our tickets we suited back up and one by one, the motors turn over, kick stands come up, clutches grabbed, shifters got kicked down one click, and we're of like a prom dress. With high spirits, we're on our way to Oakland.
All the Seattle boys have chopper sized tanks, so we had to stop every hour to fuel up. It makes for a much longer trip than in a car, but, I don't mind one bit. It allows more room for shit talking and what not.
Some dude our age asks us to help him push a car up on to a trailer. We walked over to give it a shot. There happened to be a hole the perfect size for a tire to get stuck in on the floor of the trailer. Of course we pushed the front tire right in. To our dismay, we were unsuccessful in getting the car out of the hole. Kia suggested two people lift on the wheel as the rest of us push from behind. Thom swore it wouldn't work, but, Kia convinced him to give it a shot. To Thom's surprise, the wheel popped right out and we got the car all the way on the trailer. Laughter and more shit talking commenced.
We walked back to the bikes and got ready to ride out as the the owner of the car offered to buy us a six pack. There were six of us so, why would we turn down this guy's hospitality?
We drank our Bud Lights and suited back up. Again, we were hopeful since there was barely a cloud in the sky.
To be continued...
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