Fat Boys on Harleys

Fat Boys on Harleys never had this much fun,   As takin; my XR for a High Desert run. Throwing rooster tails out from the back,    Bouncin’ off berms out on the track.  Thorns from a Mesquite are tearin’ my sleeve,     I’m havin’ more fun than you might believe. Up on the pegsContinue reading “Fat Boys on Harleys”

Desert Race

TeThe line of bikes stretches for hundreds of yards. How many? Hundreds, maybe thousands. One of the greatest spectacles in racing is about to begin. Men, kids, even women are astride a kaleidoscope of colorful machines. Bright jerseys and worn leathers topped by every variety of crash helmet ever produced. They wait, silent, tense, theirContinue reading “Desert Race”