The best part about this whole motorcycle thing is the friends we've met along the way. Events like the 500 bring 'em in from all over, so it's good to get a chance to spend some time with people we only get to see once or twice a year. I've ridden all over NYC and Baja with Rob, but never had him here in our slice of the world. I was giving him shit about leaving cameras behind and just having fun today, riding some local trails on dirt bikes. But we got to the top of this pretty gnarly trail and I had to take a cell-snappy. We had a blast, got wet, fell over once, caught a flat tire, chips and salsa. Now, where you at Walt?