I love stories well told like yours, Tom. I rode those same roads with different names and in different places and times. And Moe! I loves your stories. I sat in that beer tent with you in thunder and lightning with a river of water running through it with our feet on the table to keep em dry and listened to a few. Nothing like it. Sitting with friends old and new and swapping stories. Weather doesn’t matter. We didn’t have to ride in it.
