Good gods, if the pooolice stopped this motley crew and began questioning just what the hay this was all about (skittering completely across the state at the gods only know what hour to retrieve a bad drug called motorcycles), we would most likely all end up in the clinker with padded walls, and jackets that buckled in back...

however, this story starts rather gently with Rocky Brower, bent lad that he is, finally pulling the trigger on a Katoom 950 Adventure after thunking about it for seconds of time (if not salivating for hours one might add)...fast forward when at 2am on friggin freezin Saturday'd February morn, Steve Foote skitters to a stop at my abode's drive in his most excellent BMW 3 series SMG...we get down to business and toss needed aparrati to the favored motorcycle hauler, and then pick up the rest of the circus (one Alton to the left back and Rocky to the right back (pretending not to be in shock for the explanation to come when he returns home to the Misses for a long winded explain on just what the frick he was thinking)), for a more than 12 hour round tripper to pick up a rather extraordinaire and well spun brand spanker new ride for dear Rocky...

come along then, the ride is quite comfy at speed with 4 circus clowns bouncing off the interiors...

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