The Fouled Plug

Beautiful Bikes and a few Great Looking Gals

Category: Happy Days

Cross Country 1980ish

Proof you don’t need 1600 cc’s to travel this Country of ours.
Departed Vegas to points not remembered. I think it was Marin County where I turned around though.


You meet the nicest people on a bike.

I don’t know why but for some reason pretty women and all other things cool have always gone together. This painting proves it.


Sunday Ride on the Ulysses

I started out on the Thumper but had to abort at around 9 am. It wasn’t raining but it was so foggy it might as well have been. Something was getting wet that didn’t want to be and she wasn’t liking it. Dropped her back off and took out the Uly. I noticed at the gas station I was 112 miles from 46,000. Well that set today’s ride length.
I wound up taking the long way to Al’s Dockside in Tavare’s, had a cup of coffee and split for home.
My big black girl turned 46,000 about 20 miles from getting home. Maybe now I’ll have to give her a bath as she’s dirtier than she’s ever been.


Funny in any language

I love black and whites

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