I used to call a college friend of mine and leave that as a voice mail when I knew he'd be in class. He'd show up at his house and I'd be waiting on his doorstep with a 30 rack of High Life or a bottle of something more potent.
Either way, the fact is, I'm coming to visit SoCal at the end of March and I'd like to have some people to kill a Saturday afternoon with. I fly into San Diego late on Thursday the 27th and I leave on Monday the 31st. The only thing I HAVE TO do is the San Diego Race for Autism on Saturday the 29th. And before you get your hopes up, its a 5k. No motorcycles involved. Most of the weekend is open to suggestion.
I don't mind bench racing Monsters, but since I have a 620, all of my stories will top out at 140 mph.
Until we meet, may the demons of Hatred and Despair become lost and confused on their way to your doorstep.
The more I ride it, the more I realize what's not wrong with it that I still want to fix.