today was a totally bitchin' sunday up in ol' new hampshire!
waking up on my living room floor to a house spewing pork fumes from the slow-cooker full of pulled pork i started late saturday afternoon was a pretty great start. then, instead of going to work and blasting some bikes to get a jump start on the old grind, i rode my motorcycle to a flea market along curvy back roads, up behind pawtuckaway, to a secret location in the 'shire woods. so sketchy, the locals were selling everything from live goats to crossbows, and a midget clown was riding a miniature horse around with a super-soaker full of dunkin donuts iced tea.
i spent 30 dollars on this pile, running the gamut from bert and i to johnny paycheck, i scored some sweet shit. and i bought a dot approved motorcycle helmet for 7 dollars from a mexican dude, so if anyone wants to sit on the back of my bike and wrap your arms around me, we can be safe about it.
34,000 miles, smells like gasoline, weighs 550 pounds dry and supposedly goes 123 miles per hour.
my 1978 suzuki GS 750EC, the best 660 dollars anyone has ever spent. ever.
my 1978 suzuki GS 750EC, the best 660 dollars anyone has ever spent. ever.
i stopped along the way to do some leaf peeping, and it was pretty awesome.
what could be better right? how about a fridge full of molson canadian beer?
"the best canada has to offer"
