I took pictures of our Guzzi lunch which not only allows us to document our rides buts lets us tell our toffee-nosed “governor” to bugger off with his curfews and stick ‘em where the sun don’t shine.
So off we went out into the woods to a deserted state park with the bears and grebes:
where we starting meeting and comparing Guzzis … This one in front is a real old-timer (for a Guzzi, a 1974 model). Father on the far left, son on the far right, riding is a family affair round here.
and a bright red California – the fastest color if it’s Italian
Father and son show up on a Breva 750 and an old Kaw Ninja 250. I used to own the Kawasaki but could never make it run – this young dude can fix ANYTHING, he’s been a professional machinist since he was 25, there’s hope for the future …
My one (Guzzi) is the Stelvio on the end, note Cornish sticker on pannier …
One of the Guzzis is a big monster of a Cal1400 Tourer, ridden by a guy whose just getting over cancer and a heart operation, and the bike’s wet weight is 6 times his! He’s hard to scare.
A good time was had by all, Mom had packed our lunches so we ate well, and headed for home (160 miles for the Cal 1400, he barely made it by dark!