Billetproof 2012: part three.

Part three: happy endings.
   Hotter than shit and ready for relief, Jamey says, "let's get the fuck outta here." Strangely, none of our sweat laden crew are opposed to this idea. Delta loop, engage! Turn on the gas, prime kick, roars to life.
   We headed back up the road, hit the toll booth and we're on our way. The Antioch bridge once again  offered a beautiful sight from the peak. The tippy top, if you will. Myself and the boys zipped right along with Tony, Ashley, and Lyndel giving chase in the '59. Visions of air conditioning and cold beers danced vividly in our heads. Shift gears, turn here, almost there!
   We approach our first stop, Fosters big horn, in rio vista. Park the bikes and make our way inside the bar. This bar is unlike any other I've been to. If you love animals, dead animals specifically, you will love Fosters. Or if maybe you're a decapitation connoisseur, you will love Fosters. Just about every animal you can think of has its head on the wall of this bar. From the moose to the platypus, to the elephant and the dik-dik. There is a fuckload of animal remains. Awesome. Finish our beers, kick the bikes, rubber to road.
   One last stop on the agenda and we take another short yet scenic jaunt a little further down the loop. We end up at Al the Wop's in Locke. A very cool place on a small little stretch that is now sort of a ghost town. Cool wooden floors and old historic buildings. The bathroom even had a chalkboard, where the words "Peppermint Patty" were inscribed. Sort of a tradition. Pat gets mad, but I know he likes the attention. We head outside after a bit of bullshitting and decide to head for home. Strap on the helmet, jam her in first, homeward bound.
   We blasted down the road like a pack of rabid donkeys and found our way to I-5. Hit the on ramp and away we went, cruising together for the first 15 seconds or so as our group dissipated and people split off and went their separate ways. Jamey, Pat and Jack sped onward as if one or all of them had to shit. Really bad. I hung back with Timmo and Tone Loc for a bit and decided to see a little more of what my Sporty could do. I was not disappointed. Hug the tank, twist the throttle, grit my teeth.
   Everyone made it home with no major problems. Except Jamey, apparently he didn't like his clutch pedal and decided to jettison that fucker on I-5 somewheres. The pedal's whereabouts are still unknown. All in all, it was an awesome day, a really good group of friends, the road was kind to us, and everyone had a good time. Thanks to all of the homeboys who made the trip. Hopefully next year is just as awesome.
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