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If a hash is a hash and a bicycle hash is a bash, what’s a motorcycle hash? Easy: a mash. Be it known by these presents, henceforth and in perpetuity: a motorcycle hash is a mash.

So here’s the trash about today’s mash in Tucson, Arizona!

Members of the Harriers MCH3 assembled bright & early at the world-famous Triple-T truck stop off I-10, then rode west to to Three Points before turning back to downtown Tucson. We regrouped at Ryan Airfield west of Tucson, the gas station/hardware store in Three Points, and Fred’s Arena in the middle of fucking nowhere (which we all agreed would be a great venue for a camping hash, so maybe we’ll be back). After a twisty final leg over Gates Pass (where El Paso nearly flipped his trike), we rode on-in to Chuy’s near the university.

In attendance: Flying Booger (hare), Pick’n'Flick, Asshole in El Paso, Pickle Packer, NHN Iain, Redheaded Woodpecker.

Mash flash (click to embiggen):

Regroup @ Ryan Airfield	Bestiality's best, boys . . .
Regroup @ Fred's Arena	On-afters @ Chuy's

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