The story goes that my PIAA's self destructed while I was riding my GS in the Saline Valley. There were bits and pieces of metal and glass over 40 miles and I didn't know it until I noticed the empty light cases on the bike. Two weeks later, we destroyed the truck........ I think we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin. Come on Hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Smeagol will show the way. Ahh, old grey beard. I have a token I was bidden to show thee. No hat, no stick, no pipe, not even a pocket handkerchief. How can one survive? Wake up. Wake up. Wake up, sleepies. We must go, yeeees, we must go at once. It's the Dwarves that go swimming with little, hairy woman. There's my Precious!!!
Metal fatigue at the screw seats. To many miles over to many dirt roads. The next ones get safety wired.
