Close encounters of the high pressure kind…
Moving southeast, we're encountering two things: better weather, and lots of motorcycles. And all those do-ragged, bulging biceped, middle aged outlaws can mean only one of two things: we've stumbled…
Yo! You guys gonna be in Jersey on the 13th?
Yeah, what exit? Cuz it's the return of the prodigal son. That's right, me. Born in Jersey City, raised in Guttenberg and then Fort Lee (where the Sopranos only wished…