The wind was blowing through Digger's hair as he drove his bike down the back roads. He was heading toward Stone Lakes National Wildlife Refuge. He looked to the pack as the road, Chaplin on his fatty three wheeler riding next to him. Its times like this he loves what he does. Riding with a pack, the sound of wind and pipes, the smells of the wilderness and exhaust, all good things.
Digger pulled off of hood franklin road and gave a wave to those behind him as they head toward the parking area. He wasn't about to go gravel riding on his bike. He was figuring that the parking area would be deserted by now. If not... well... it wouldn't be hard to get rid of them.