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I Love You Scott!!!-Brian Brock

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Today started out wet and cold, ended HOT. Tim has been teaching us to find the gray zone on our bikes. It’s when you feel out of control but physics are at work. There were a few times today I did not find the gray zone, but I did find the brown zone. Water and curves don’t mix and a couple of times today there were curves that got my attention.

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They’re Not Dirty Hippies-Brian Brock

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Too much happening. Meeting Dave Petewitz was a HUGE highlight for me. The weather has been great, the roads dry, the company, exceptional.

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I Ride With The Law-Brian Brock

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….not FROM the law WITH the law. Fate put me and Rick Stinson together. I’ve always had an appreciation for our officers. But Rick has given me tremendous insight. So has the Sheriff and Tim. Two years ago on my first ride Rick took me to the police memorial in DC. He told me about Matthew Murphy, the first officer killed in the line of duty in Columbus. He told me about his friend Spanky Bowen. I didn’t know that was Tim’s brother in law. I coached with an officer, Ronnie Bowers, another close friend of Tim’s. There are so many more in Columbus to remember…let alone the country. We laugh a lot, but not tonight. Tonight we remember.

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Musings From The White Line-Brian Brock

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Rick rides the left or center lane…I ride the right or white line. He has to pay attention to traffic, I can’t run off the road. But after 3 years we are comfortable riding this way. While there is no real pecking order that we ride, or no real status or seniority in where you ride, we ride where we feel safe. After the first week of riding we can leave a stop and everyone knows who rides where. If you know the tendencies of the rider in front and behind you, then you know what to expect. It’s just more enjoyable, and safe.

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I Can Die Now…Not!

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Good morning glory and hallelujah to ya…

Great visit this morning in Sioux City. We met two of the most beautiful children, miracles indeed. No 7 year old should know about Crohn’s disease. And then it was over 500 miles. Oh well, in Vegas we did 6 miles before lunch and then another 360 or so.