Six of us rode to Long Beach for the L.A. Bike Show.  I didn't know what to expect, and I really didn't think too highly of the idea from the start.  I mean, it's a straight shot up the grand slab for about 90 miles and then lots of stop lights on busy coastline streets, and the event, in my mind, was gunna be just another sweaty, boring, biker rip off bananza.  A good long wind bath was all I was lookin for.  What a surprise.  I'm too damn tired and sun baked to write anything else tonight.  Just had to put something out.  It's that "thing" after the ride that begs for expression with others that understand.

L8.

Morning.  : :  So anyway, there I was, in the Conga (Johnny Road).  The Long Beach show was huge.  Good vendors and lots of 'em.  Russell Mitchell of Exile Choppers and Jesse Rooke were there doing a clinic, Chico was there too.  Mechanical bull riding, Hancuft was there (Yo Nance), the turkey leg was primeival and d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s.  Two female bands rocked the shit outta the place - Whole Lotta Rosies was an AC/DC tribute band, and Liquid Blue...hell, I don't have a clue what they were singin' about, but they moved REAL good.  A good ride down the coast through Newport, Laguna, Dana Pt, and San Juan Capistrano, a stop at Hennessey's for rest and belly fuel, and a snooze cruise down the highway for home.

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