Tomorrow's the Sportsters that were in the races, today's just a "rub it in" a little deeper post for Mr. CRFyou who rode one of the few Triumphs into the (litteral) Den of Sportster (and no one ever came up with what happend to that blog?). Hell on Wheels at Milestone MX park, somewhere out in the butt crack of Riverside County, lots of ultra fine powder dust that gets into everything and every oriface and a sewer moat that ran through the park? Figure that out?
*Disclaimer. If you're from England, and you take offense at the comments below, please understand that this blog is a joke. A joke is something that you laugh really hard at when you make fun of other poeple withour care or concern for their "personal" feelings. Sticks and Stones and Broken Bones and such. This isn't about you even if the Depeche Mode shoes fit like a charm.
(This ones not a Sporty, but just as nice parked amongst them...)
"Where'r all the Triumphs at?"
This last picture is for Branden just in case he didn't get enough of the Union Jack this weekend, cause there wasn't anything resembling a force there. More than likely he had to go home after Hell on Wheels and eat some Spotted Dick and Butter off his England's Rose collectible Princess Diana Franklin Mint plate, drink a warm glass of malted milk, and crank up the George Michaels dance-mix.