Through Northern California
To Spokane then west to Sturgis
For for the Mother of all bike weeks
Near southern Oregon fields
The Harley and I
Encountered our first herd of grasshoppers
In all my years of riding
I say 'herd' because those puppies were BIG
They were big, they were tough
And they knew how to hurt you
They must have been moshing over the highway
Because when I arrived they started moshing me
They were moshing so hard they disintegrated when they bounced off me
Took me an hour and a half to clean those mooshed moshers off the bike.
Must have been damn good music...