Instead of Church I worshipped the almighty on the back of my old Honda Nighthawk. I rode around the Oquirrh Mnts, to the south tip of The Great Salt Lake, Grantsville, Tooele, past Five Mile, around Eagle Mt and home. Serious wind out on I 80 and strong wind the rest of the trip, but well worth it. I think it is time I get a serious helmet, after this trip I feel deaf from all of the wind rattle.
The Nighthawk is peppy and sick (you either love or hate the Vetter) looking with the Vetter Nightstalker fairing, but I can’t wait to get the ’77 Old Wing out and about for some serious touring.
Doesn’t matter what I am perched on, I love riding!