Washington DC, Kiwi Mike, Checkered flag.

We were off to a slow start this morning. We looked out the motel room door and it was sprinkling plus the waves crashing on the shores sounded too good to leave early.


We made our way to Fairfax as the CG bike is having a thorough detailing tomorrow by Art of Hog Wash. Art sets up in Fairfax Harley parking lot and we found a motel right across the road that is a tad above our usual standards but oh well. The Mexican lunch stop didn’t have any table cloths so we are still happy campers. The taco’s were exceptionally good, tons of shredded beef and tasty too. Top notch tucker (food for down under). Korean BBQ for dinner tonight. Heineken’s this afternoon are appropriate for us.

We checked into our digs and even though we are close to DC I said to Greg, our ride isn’t complete until we ride into DC and get our pictures taken there. I know I won’t sleep until we’ve accomplished that part of our trip. We figured the big stick (Washington Memorial) should stick out like an old Indian smoke signal calling us (Harley guys wouldn’t get that). So we cruise down on our Indians and we notice an ideal and unofficial spot to pull our dirty steeds up to and out of the way of the traffic. Off we jump and take a gazillion pics before the cops probably handcuff us here as they will have NO sense of humor. As we jump on our bikes we noticed the Whitehouse right in front of us. We were only paying attention to the monument and didn’t see the Whitehouse on the opposite side of the road. So off we get and do the picture thing again quickly and we are outa town. That was a picture opportunity of a lifetime right there. We left our bikes running the whole time for a fast getaway and back to the motel we head. Good times.
At the motel check in desk is the USA Today newspaper, wow I haven't seen a newspaper for 2-1/2 weeks. I'll read it in the Harley room later.

Tomorrow we just kick back which will feel weird. Come this Thurs-Fri onwards we will be pretty much dedicated to Rolling Thunder. And Carolyn comes into town. I haven’t seen my lovely wife for a while so that will be way cool.

We did it, 4133 on 2 Indians. The 1945 was a full Kiwi restoration and engine rebuild. Greg’s 1937 has the 2nd Kiwi 84” engine ever made and the 1st rigid frame electric starter ever made. These machines are a fine testament of what my guys produce. THEY kick ass!!! As my buddy Wally says, “When the green flag drops, the bullshit stops”. Post it Dano!!!!
WE DID IT. And just like the Coast Guard moto, Semper Paratus (Always Ready), The CG bike was up to the challenge. She's got some battle scars (dirt and filth) but she never quivered from her original mission and she stood sturdy every tire rotation. While tomorrow she will shine in all her original glory, her flags will tell the tale of her travels. Thank you to the Coast Guard for giving me this wonderful opportunity to make you guys shine. SEMPER PARATUS!!!