go west young man

My riding buddy, Josh, is moving out west. He's right now packing it all up, along with his wife Chrissy, their dog Charlie and three cats. They're renting a U-haul truck for their boxes, furniture, bicycles and the motorbike - and ultimately ending up, in the dusty, mountainous Central Valley of California.

Josh and I have been riding buddies for years. We've done all the 'backroads' throughout Florida and have ridden all the way to the wilds of rural Alabama. And, we're definitely the goofy part of a international motorcycle 'gang' called the Brit Iron Rebels (BIR) who only ride British bikes - mostly our beloved Triumph Bonnevilles.

Josh, with all that wild youthful spirit, and now leaving, is certainly going to put a damper on my behavour - myself every day, becoming more grey and a little more sedate.  But, I'm certainly going to miss him - along with all of those adventuresome, crazy together, ridin' times.

This past weekend we headed north to Floral City, to a biker bar - the notorious, Sleepy Hollow.