Riding New England Roads with the Yankee Beemers
I keep in mind the first period I rolled up to a morning meal meet with the particular yankee beemers , experiencing a bit out of place on the dusty, mud-caked R1200GS. It was a single of those crisp Massachusetts mornings in which the air feels such as it's trying to wake up your own lungs, and the steam from document coffee cups was rising everywhere. We didn't need to worry, though. Within five minutes, I actually had three various people asking me about my tires and telling myself about a "shortcut" through the Berkshires that was mostly dust and probably illegal. ...