Janus
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I once went about 35 miles with my wife and a small amount of luggage in saddlebags on reserve. I don't think I've ever been as gentle on the throttle. I filled up just north of 3.5 gallons.
Other than when we saw the glow of many deer's eyes on the shoulder after sunset, getting to the gas station was the most tense part of the ride. We rode out to the Tulelake concentration camp in northern California. It was an odd feeling looking at what remained of a dark chapter in American history.
Beautiful country though
Other than when we saw the glow of many deer's eyes on the shoulder after sunset, getting to the gas station was the most tense part of the ride. We rode out to the Tulelake concentration camp in northern California. It was an odd feeling looking at what remained of a dark chapter in American history.
Beautiful country though