Last night was different.

 

So last night after the final meal, I parked the Gen JaXson took a squirt. Up beside me came a newer model Pete 359, all neon ruby red. Fully chromed, what a fine-looking iron horse. 

Now then, images are cemented in brains from media sources. Once the public gets an image in their cranium, it stays there. No matter how much you attempt to change it.

Riders are riders, and aviators are aviators. Not always. I know of two air squadrons that flew in the air, and now fly on the highway. Usually on a Harley, in my case a Norton, 800 Commando. The two squadrons that have become major M.C.'s are Club 81 aka HA. and the Knytes of Dixie aka The WolfPack hmh466UCSMC. HA was the name of a bomber squadron. The Knytes/WolfPack, flew AV-8's, AV-4's and Hercules Choppers. 

We did the impossible with the probable and prayed most of the way. In the 70 years of the Knytes lifespan, the legend remains. 

Keep it Wyngz Level,

and on two wheels.