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Leaving for the big tour from Iron Cycles in Jamesburg, NJ |
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My poor overloaded Sportster |
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Mark & Rob working on Mark's spotty electricals, in the rain, not even a few hours from home. Hey, it's a Harley! |
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You should have seen the waitress in this place! |
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En route on the Natchez Trace... |
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My riding partners - Jessica, Banzai, "Barefoot Travelin' Whoremonger" Rob, & The (Barely) Living Legend Manhattan Mark |
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The gang enjoying crawfish |
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Our temporary Victorian bachelor pad in The Big Easy |
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My Sportster, still gleaming after thousands of miles |
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Crossing over into Florida |
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Our little tent city in Maxton, watching the races! |
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Mark's 2-stroke Mito racebike |
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