As I sit here, staring out of my office window, staring at the wet roads and the rain soaked gardens, my mind slowly drifts to the simpler times in my life when I could throw open the door, grab my vest and jump on my trusty old ’52 Hyrda glide and cruise from Phoenix to San Diego. Gas was at thirty-five cents a gallon and Happy Hour at Fred’s was 10 fer a buck.
My mind slowly moves to the 2015 CMC065 ride to Sturgis…. Oh yes, this could be a chance to relive those days. A group of close