Got home last night from doing the final America's 911 Ride with Gorilla DChopper 73 and Pineapple. I wish I would have gotten a chance to do it sooner. The ourpouring of love and support from the people we encountered was overwhelming.
I'd love to say the roadie performed flawlessly, but I'd be lying. A bolt broke off the sissy bar on the way to Somerset leaving a few nice paint gouges that are at least mostly hidden, half hour long times of crawling 2 mph caused numerous bouts with carb
puke and then somehow ripped the wiring for my tail lights going through Baltimore. Goilla and I raced ahead 1 stop and got her fixed in time to head into NYC. All in all it was an amazing and emotional weekend.
We go by at 20:25 in that video.