I went for a nice ride on Saturday, but ran into these four outlaws, looking for some trouble. Don't they look mean?
Rather than fight this gang, I offered to buy them lunch, on one condition...we would have to RIDE there. They liked the idea of free lunch and become much less scary and much more happy!
With some desert miles behind us, we ran across this little taco stand and chowed down. We didn't cause any trouble, but they made us eat outside.
We agreed to join up and ride together for a few more miles (about 8 for the entire trip). All in all, it was a perfect ride and they let me join their biker gang. If you live in the desert, don't be surprised if you see us tearing up the bike paths. I'll be the big one, with a huge smile on his face.
Eat our dust!