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Running with the fast group
Nearly 100 vintage motorcycles, older than 1985, went on a ride in the high country. It was cool and very white next to the road. I should have stopped to take pictures, but I was running with a very fast group of 25 diverse motorcycles and didn't want to stop. I scrubbed the tread of my Avon's right up to the sidewalls. My '73 Trident out-cornered Honda 750's, Kawasaki 2-stroke triples, BMW airheads, a 750 Ducati, and a bunch of something slow and blurry. I smeared a couple of turns that had traction sand from the recent snows. The Trident outpulled everyone on the hills at 9000 ft. There were several blind corners where the melting snow crossed the road and the brakes worked well enough to navigate through. Tom led us back down Left Hand Canyon on his 72 Triumph 500 thumper but the traffic was heavier and we behaved, sort of. Adrenaline, old bikes and beer made a chilly day a delight. Bob
Nearly 100 vintage motorcycles, older than 1985, went on a ride in the high country. It was cool and very white next to the road. I should have stopped to take pictures, but I was running with a very fast group of 25 diverse motorcycles and didn't want to stop. I scrubbed the tread of my Avon's right up to the sidewalls. My '73 Trident out-cornered Honda 750's, Kawasaki 2-stroke triples, BMW airheads, a 750 Ducati, and a bunch of something slow and blurry. I smeared a couple of turns that had traction sand from the recent snows. The Trident outpulled everyone on the hills at 9000 ft. There were several blind corners where the melting snow crossed the road and the brakes worked well enough to navigate through. Tom led us back down Left Hand Canyon on his 72 Triumph 500 thumper but the traffic was heavier and we behaved, sort of. Adrenaline, old bikes and beer made a chilly day a delight. Bob