The Girls of Bikernet meet the SmokeOut
It was dark the night I rode into Rockingchair, North Carolina and found a small dank bar in the back of a motel. I don’t remember a name on the dark front as I rolled in on my stretched Shovelhead. It wasn’t anything to look at, and neither was I. I had ridden a thousand […]
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