Well, there you have it...the final post of the Gypsy Run. We had a fantastic time with old friends, new friends, perfect weather and amazing roads. Big thanks to Walter for organizing the Gypsy AND for organizing a bike for me! Oh yeah, if you go camping with some ex-Marines, be prepared for shit to blow up...
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A small group of us stayed behind at the first camp site to enjoy some sun, watch Jimmy fish and drink some espressos... Matt took off for a meeting in the city and the rest of us eventually made our way toward the second camp site in Narrowsburg. I'm too tired to make up some silly story - so I'll leave it at that...
There where little bonfires on the hillsides that first night as people settled in and pitched their tents. Beer and pizza was served, courtesy of Kickstart and sponsors. The rest of the night was spent in front of fires. Lies where told and plans for the next days route where hatched. By 2am I finally gave up and decided to call it a night...but people where out there muttering at each other all night long. Nothing a couple of shots of whiskey won't cure...
A hand full of us stayed at Walter's place the first night...that's when we figured out why they call him "Martha" - and it's not because of his girlish figure... In any case, kick off was at Cool Beans Coffee Shop the next morning and I'm estimating about 80 bikes left from there to our first camp ground in Pennsylvania. Some of us got separated from the pack early on, but that's another story...
All parts should go together without forcing. Therefore, if you can't get them together, there must be a reason. By all means, do not use a hammer.
-IBM maintenance manual, 1925-