Sunday ride!

   Once was written, a story of a man. A man named Moses. This man led a shit ton of Israelites away from Egypt and away from a bunch of pissed off Egyptians. One part of this story tells of the Red Sea parting before Moses as he led the Israelites to safety. This story is the book of Exodus.
   The following excerpt is our book of Exodus. Sunday morning came and I kicked life into my bike. I met with George and Willie at a nearby fuel stop. We made tracks and headed to lodi. Papa, Jack, and Aaron awaited our arrival at the JTO laboratory. We exchanged hugs and hello's, had a cup of "coffee", gassed up, and hit the trail. Just as the fabled Moses led the Israelites across the desert, so too did Papa lead us, his rag tag group of motoring retards.
   We headed north. Then east, I'm guessing.. Ok, I have no fuckin clue where we were most of the time. Bear with me here.. The sun was shining and the roads were kind, aside from the serious hang time I had from a BIG ass bump. One hand on the bars, one hand taking pictures, my ass high off my seat. Oh shit!! We made our first stop at The Sloughhouse Inn. Big ass beers: engage.
   We departed The Sloughhouse and headed for Jackson. Just as the Red Sea parted before Moses, so too did the hills part before Papa. Giving way to the winding roads that led us on into Jackson. Not quite Mt. Sinai, but another bar was just fine. We again indulged in the finest of spirits Anheuser-Busch has to offer. Nectar of the gods.
   After we re-hydrated, lunch was in order and we headed up the street to find the healthiest meal this town could offer. Some massive hamburgers drenched with chili, covered in onions. Gut bombs on a plate. Just as the Red Sea swallowed up a fuckload of Egyptians, so too did we swallow up our bounty of diarrhea inducing vittles. We waddled our way out the door and painfully straddled our bikes. Let's head for home.
   The ride home was smooth and fast except for all of the fuckin Egyptians on the road driving like assholes. Willie split off and headed home while the rest of us sped onward. One last stop, El Rancho in lodi. One last beer. We did the deed and headed for the door. We traded hugs and goodbyes and hopped on the bikes. Aaron stayed behind, Jack and Papa returned to the shop, George and myself made our way south. I was Stockton bound, George: Manteca. We parted ways at my exit, blowing kisses in the wind...in my head anyways..
   Sunday was a pretty damn good time. It was Aaron's first real ride and a good one at that. We did somewhere around 120 miles and had no breakdowns or issues. A shit ton of fun. For all of the homeboys who didn't make this ride, goddammit, you better be there on the next one!!
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