No matter when or where we travel to, there will always be one colorful person who will come over to bend an ear on either their days of riding or that of their brethren - all who have enjoyed some form of the apparati we blasted into town upon...

in view, Wade holds court with one of the locals in Newington Georgia, as the gent relents to the memory of riding in leathers in the barn burner of summers gone past...said he saw red...colorful indeed...