Getting the bikes on and off the sand was a bitch. Add a mean hangover and you have the perfect makings for a RALPH fest. My bud Tony rode my bike to the hotel as I staggered my way back...and he got up early enough to ride the bike down to the beach as I stayed behind and made promises to the porcelain Gods never to drink again. THANKS AGAIN TO ALL WHO ATTENDED THE PISMO BEACH MOTORCYCLE CLASSIC
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