A shot of Brian keeping Persico’s bike steady, the morning after a vicious storm turned our campout into a mud-soaked deluge. We camped out on the Delaware/Pennsylvania border and played capture the flag and drank beers late into the early morning. Photos taken by the man who thought he was a glass of orange juice.
The chill of winter is upon us as garage doors shut in and wood stoves burn through the day here in Philadelphia. I remember riding down route 55 through New Jersey in early October on a course for Wildwood. In back of me, two rows of motorcycles barreling down the highway at 90mph — The glow […]