Now if it just took care of the rock chips I may be interested. I think you get rock chips in the paint from riding the bike.
Then there's our Browning Mt story;
Back in the late 90's, a 2-up couple we met riding in Nevada by chance and formed a lasting bond. We've probably put> 25k and many stories, more if they woulda bike camp and didn't have their riding wasn't squeed '05.
So we stopped on the Res heading towards the east of 'going to the sun' then west.
The four of us went in to some desalate rest/cafe for brunch, didn't get served#/!
Came out to see these barefoot kids running away, they stopped, picked up hands full of gravel from the lot and tossing at us/bikes, a king and his ultra.
Jim being a vn Vet before my Vet time, returned fire/gravel, mine you now we ant preppy. And the girl's would let us stomp with nodded notice. Which known for.
It gets better!
We leave pissed, need gas but not before reaching out to the café few, which choose to distance from Jim & i.
Haft mile up we pull to gas in a big acre type station. The girls go to squat and we pull to the side.
2 pickups and a delapadated car wing in. There we 30 30"s on the racks.
As we preparedid waiting for our babe's they slung gravel hooping, and the girls in the car went inside.
I go to our girls as they are pulling these Indian birches around, I was proud. They didn't really need help.
Meanwhile, Jims already in display as we all mount, and mine I give to reds2. ..these fuck ers were drunk at 10 in the morning. The trucks did come close and sprayd slight.
As we got up a ways, we pulled to thank our girls for getting our backs..they didn't think it was funny. AS we mused about getting them Kevlar inserts for their leathers.
Rock chips, oh yea