We got there about 9, we then proceeded to talk about leaving for 30 minutes about how early it was and how maybe we'll leave on time. We left about 10:30, but at least we all made it out of the starting gate.
We made it to arkansas that night. 450 miles or so. That was the longest I had ever ridden on a motorcycle before. My ass was sore and that was only day 1 of 14.
We met up with our friends Warren and Jeremiah from Wisconsin and Chicago. We got to the camp and bought 90 beers for 10 people. It was a bit too many for even the most ferocious of the beer drinkers. J-Body brought a magically expanding backpack that seemed to keep expanding.
This is Warren. He builds choppers. He also uses his bike to make a lean to shelter. He's pretty much a chopper wizard. He is super rad and loves the smell of oranges and peppermints. Warren actually was brought to tears during the Super Trip. The road moved him sooooo deeply that he cried. Moments like that made this trip great. The Bromance was thick in the air.
This is Jeremiah. He is rad. He loves beating cheeks. He has a small urethra so his loads go extra far. He's got a wicked Jap bike. His friends from Chi told him his bike didn't look cool enough to to ride with them. So he said "Fuck You" and rode down with Warren. Jeremiah is an amazing shit talker. He could get sponsored for sure.
The next leg of the trip was from Arkansas to the beloved state of Kansas.