Coffee, donuts, hot sun, gravel.. Casey rebuilt the 750 "panhandler" in one night and the next day it was time for some warm weather cruising.. Destination, a parking lot full of car folks, we all stood around in the beer cage, shoveling money into the hands of diner waitresses. We critiqued pant rolling techniques, considered over-application of make-up, but mostly decided that cars are too big for any real consideration. So the bikes were fired up and we left the world of pompadours and red lip stick, for a quick and dusty cruise around NE Portland. Riding in a haze of sun and beer induced delirium, donuts for cops, speed bumps for limbless rollers, but mostly just tacos.
