Memorial Day...a good day to die.

Red whipped up some kabobs and then we took the Ford DeathStar GL out to Blackbird Blvd* to pay homage to Miller. We left him a beer and a Flavor-Ice. He is missed. Amazing rider and all-around good dude. He left the road (and this planet)more or less where Red is sitting in the 5th picture...at about 130 mph.








* Honda Blackbird Pilot hooligan Jeremy painted a rather long 2nd through 4th gear Michelin-colored stripe upon exiting the final corner of said road...err...boulevard.

****Edit****Red's long time compadre-fish, Carla, went belly-up this evening. Services were held in the toilet. The Tidy Bowl Man delivered a rather moving eulogy. Bottles of vodka are being accepted in lieu of flowers. Peace out, bitches.