1900 Miles in Five Days Makes One Weak

So my attorney brother flies back to Detroit, MI from Las Vegas to buy our dad’s Fatboy. He talks me into flying out and renting an HD to ride back with him. Not a cheap little trip, but boy did it crack open a much needed surge of levity in my life. I LOVED my bike…too bad they’re so friggin expensive. I got home and went around the block on my 79 Yamaha 1100 Special…it felt like a Honda Trail 90 in comparison. Ugh. (no offense to the Honda Trail 90 people)