250 miles. 12 hr. 9 gal of gas. 6 passes, 4 above tree line, 9 riders. no dilly dallying. straight up raging public roads. we only do it once a year because any more and the greed would bring shur death or incarceration. Un like years of past this year did not see any encounters with car bumpers or big fat speeding tickets from ranger fuckin Bill fuckin Barker. a good day it was indeed. hard to believe i live in such a utopia. god fuckin bless western colorado and all her big tittie mountains of love. amen.
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