Through Northern California
To Spokane then west to Sturgis
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...
2 comments:
Hi Tom,
I'm enjoying your posts about Sturgis. I hope you don't mind, I mention your ride on my blog, and I've posted a link to Harley and Me in the post. ~ Annie
Thank you for visiting, and reading Annie. I appreciate the mention on your blog as well. I already heard from "Julie" who is a pal or reader or both... of yours. - Tom
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