Now we will take a ride through Tim (aka DJ Dewey Decibel) and my (or should I say Radio Flyer) other life... our life on the streets. This is our tale of a cross country ride (well, across the 45-mile circumference of the San Juan island) we took with our gang (two of our friends, Jonny and Leslie) on our Harleys (actually the Mopeds we rented from Sally's) .
Hang on tight, this is going to be a wild ride.
Hang on tight, this is going to be a wild ride.
The day started out with a 7am meeting at our driver Leslie's place. You've got to get up pretty early in the morning to be a member of Hell's Angels. We drove an hour north to catch a fairy over to the island. On the way over, we applied the markings of our rebelious nature (stick-on tattoos: skulls and crossbones, barbed wire...the works)
When we got there we picked up our moped rentals (complete with helmet and a cute little orange flag propped up in the back as to draw attention to our bad-ness). The rest of the day was spent riding around the island to various attractions. There are a few historical sights (Brittish and US camps where troops camped out for 12 years while trying to figure out who would get the land, battle never ensued), a lavender field, classic car show, Orca whale watching, hiking, and tons of beautiful scenery.
Hitting speeds as high as 38mph, this was not your mother's vacation!
We headed back that evening. It was a day well spent.
When we got there we picked up our moped rentals (complete with helmet and a cute little orange flag propped up in the back as to draw attention to our bad-ness). The rest of the day was spent riding around the island to various attractions. There are a few historical sights (Brittish and US camps where troops camped out for 12 years while trying to figure out who would get the land, battle never ensued), a lavender field, classic car show, Orca whale watching, hiking, and tons of beautiful scenery.
Hitting speeds as high as 38mph, this was not your mother's vacation!
We headed back that evening. It was a day well spent.
Bikers don't do diamonds. The symbol of our love has been stitched into the skin of our fingers...at least until we wash our hands.
Ha Ha! I'm the first one to comment on your blog! Welcome to the blogging world!
ReplyDeleteLove the blog. I didn't realize you were such a rebel. Tim must bring that out in you! You guys are so cute!
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