Never any lack of excitement around these parts.
Why is everything so goddamn hard? Fucking coronavirus. It’s easy to understand why so many people want to pretend it’s no longer a threat and get back to normal life.
Been wondering when I’ll put on a pair again. Trousers, I mean.
Helmets should be mandatory for motorcycle riders and passengers in all 50 states.
I must say, our route took us through some of the deepest reddest sections of the state, Trump country and then some, but from the sparse traffic on the roads it was clear most Arizonans are continuing to shelter in place at home.
Speaking of hopes, I pray the speaker of the house is taking extraordinary precautions against contracting coronavirus, or at least more stringent ones than the members of the executive branch have up to now. Jesus, what a shitshow!
… our little band of Knuckledraggers maintained social distancing prior to and during trail, and no hands were shaken, even though we hadn’t seen one another in months and wanted to. On On, brother and sister hashers!
Feels like time for another photoblog, doesn’t it?