So the trip ended and I finally had to give back my bike.  Sadly.  I think I want a bagger now.

There was like a black bikers motorcycle rally in Elysian Park by my house.  Every dude had a blinged out touring bike.  
I saw a dude on my street with my exact same steez! 

Then I taught Randy to ride and we took Spanky's bike up Angeles Crest highway.  This is only 20 miles from home.

you know my heart keeps telling me you're not a kid at thirty-three
play around you lose your wife you play too long you lose your life