Due to the circumstances I have found myself in this year, my story is cut short. (get it cut short...)
I know, I know, sorry. If you have to explain it, it's not a joke.
left to right: Brad Anderson, Jason Moore, Brandon Whitlock, Scott Trost, AJ Nelson, Jeff Jeppson, George Rauch, Judy and Aaron Jeppson
We met up at my house at noon-ish.
Brad (my boss) brought his Road King and let Scott ride it, while he was riding mine with me being the passenger.
I had done some pre-work, getting things on the bike in preparation for the ride.
I was even nice to Brad and loaded the Country music play list on the GPS.
Before we started off, we got a picture of the group (seen at the right).
We left my house, heading west. When we stopped at the 5th and Bryden stop light, I turned around to get a picture of those following. As I turned back around, doing some extra wiggling, I asked Brad if I was moving too much. He scolded me and told me to sit still.
Once we got the green light, we continued down bryden canyon road, crossed the snake river bridge and on to the end of Fleshman Way. Turning north, we soon reached and crossed Highway 12. Brad and I got through the light just as it turned yellow. We slowly crossed the Red Wolf bridge, giving the others time to catch up once they got through the light.
Turning east, we were soon back in Idaho and arriving at the planned turn.
We then began our 11 minute ride up the old spiral highway.
Enjoying the sun on our faces, the wind in our beards and the deep lean into the corners as the engine powers up and pulls us through to the other side.
DISCLAIMER: Not everyone that came along has a beard and the trikes were not leaning into anything.
As we reached the top of the hill, we pulled off at the scenic overlook.
We took some pictures and chatted a bit.
As we were getting ready to leave, my emotions got the better of me and I just had to give Brad a big hug.
Well, ok maybe it was just because there are a few people at work that wanted a black mail picture.
I really ride more laid back against the sissy bar, like the picture on the right.
Yes, I used the term sissy bar, because I'm a sissy, not that other thing.
On our way back home, we took the main highway.
As we came into town, some riders peeled off from the group as we had different destinations.
However, a few came back to my house and chatted in the shade for a bit, before having to return to the real world.
According to the GPS, we traveled 28.3 miles. A far cry from the 900ish miles that Scott and I rode back in 2007. But, even as short as it was, it was still an enjoyable time.
I would like to thank all those that have supported me during this trek back into life. And a big thank you to Brad, for assisting me in keeping this, my custom, going while I am unable to ride myself. And of course, thank you to all those that joined us.
