So with all the pomp and circumstance of a leaky faucet, the end of the world came and went last weekend, and it seems the only thing that made the rapture was one of the fishtail pipes from Scott's shovelhead, apparently divinely scooped up somewhere between home and Monument on Saturday. Which is a real pisser, because it's *such* a sexy bike and I love the way those pipes sound(ed). And now that there's a safe (with two wheels and five speeds, it's all relative) place for my ass thanks to a new custom sissy bar and grasshopper pegs, hopefully it's a reasonably painless fix.
So the past week has been filled with finding deals and steals of all kinds of stuff for the bar in the garage - and really having a lot of fun doing it. We're in Sturgis right now, and having a very relaxing time despite Ark-worthy rain and eerie fog... So, it's coffee and Battleship and watching movies, beer and burgers and reading and no people, and generally the life of Reilly, till we have to return to reality in a couple of days. It really is gorgeous up here, and all this water is just going to make it more so.
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