Happy Saturday at Hardrock!

Just a quick dispatch from the present. I know all the reminiscence is incredibly fascinating, so I'll keep this recent stuff short....well, that and we took pretty much no pics of the riding. Yesterday we popped down to Hardrock for some general purpose riding and machine testing. George had been itching to ride and check his jetting, Max had just put his bike back together after yanking the head off after Texas this spring, Hollywood's schedule hadn't really allowed him to get out since Durhamtown last fall, and I wanted to test my jetting and to see if I had sorted my engine's horrible oil leaks. So bright-ish and early-ish we loaded up like in the old days (the new van, Shark 10's, instrument cluster is off being fixed and we don't have the title from the guvment just yet) and convoyed down to Ocala.

The Rollercoaster was off limits, having been turned over to the baha buggy guys, which is understandable seeing as they pay much more than us dirtbag bike riders. Plus, the harescramble course had been shortened by over half. So instead we mainly plugged around on the tracks, which is why we don't have the usual "hey man, watch this" pics. In fact, here's the only riding pic.

Everything else is mainly shots of us taking breaks or just getting back from riding.

 Ahhh. Hardrock, Spanish moss and old bikes. Truly Florida at its best.

A happy lil' AJS

Nice family portrait

Portrait of the Max as a Triumph Rider

Hollywood's Taco of the Bull

A flattering pic of George

And that was that. We ate mediocre BBQ, and headed back to town. All the bikes survived...all the riders survived. It was a good day. A really, really good day.