or really..the fog. How could I possibly miss a meeting of Manster buddies though? The moto meet meant braving the cloak of invisibility at 15 meters. Most important was connecting with a group I consider one of the finest. Our love of motorcycles, windy roads and project bikes connect us. We have other similarities - kids, music, knowing what kombucha is, abhorrence for pretension yet with a tolerance for our insecurities.
Appreciation for the art of curves and pipes on two wheels gives us the reason to meet and I am happy to be part of it.