Oct 6th was a dreary day for the chapter meeting much less for a ride afterwards.
Well bikers do what bikers do, saddled up and headed west into the storm.
The mist covered the glasses and the chill found the little spots that weren’t cover enough, but they road on.
Ah, finely Pueblo for some warm food and lots of belly laughter to south the soul.
It wasn’t a bad day after all.