and so the stories start flying...in view from left to right, are Jim Brunton on the scoot sitting side saddle (could damn near ride it that way as well), one Wade Britt telling tall Tejas tale like he has done before, one Billy Hughes who not only is one of the most gifted writers of our region, but also building craftsman like no other, and lastly, one smarting and deeply disturbed Alton Coursey, world traveler, skilled touring bike flogger extraordinaire, and a guy who deserves every bit of greatness that befalls him (which is plenty as he sells his valuable peice of real estate (so he can get one of these fun rippin' dirt bikes REAL SOON!!))...

we spent another 45 min swapping stories and listening to all the crazed words floating out to the ether, again defying Newtonian Physics...so much for the laws thereof...