There I was, back in 82, August 12, 2:30 PM, heading towards Chiriaco Summit from Blythe, a trailer full of camping gear and beer, (300lbs if it was an ounce), Rosanne Barr's look alike riding pillion, a wind out of the west at 45knots, and 104 in the shade.
Let me tell you, you don't have to ride full throttle for an hour to run those bowls low and do some major damage to the bike.
Ever try to hitch hike with an ugly fat chick?
Naw, the hour was only to facilitate the calculations of the fuel flow requirements.

CZ
Let me tell you, you don't have to ride full throttle for an hour to run those bowls low and do some major damage to the bike.
Ever try to hitch hike with an ugly fat chick?
Naw, the hour was only to facilitate the calculations of the fuel flow requirements.


CZ
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