We rode this morning…No badges nor patches, no members only jackets (well one or two)...it was just a ride.Go Mustang, Tom, Jules, Dustin and Dave....Ride Dare and Monty there’s roads to un-pave.Upwards and on words the temperature dropped, down came the rain...so for a beer we stopped.We flew like birds passing each other...we’re all a brother, bound by a common mother.We leaned into corners and rose though the mist, we saw temples and paddies nothing went a miss...not even the girl who showed us her tits…
