Two hours in Iowa

 I was going to go dirt biking today with my friends, being afraid of busting myself up and not getting the painting done pushed me to back out ( I slept in and pussed out). 

 This afternoon I rode south of town about 100 miles via two lane blacktops/racetracks.  Considering it was Sunday, nobody was out except the occasional tractor/combine.  No Smokies, deer, or close calls were seen. 

I was making all kinds of noise.

What a great fucking ride!

Some of the best rides are by your self.

Back in time for Moto GP