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Well don't no really where we are, in Washington at a casino on an Indian reserve on hwy 108. we ran a little bit longer today so we could have an easy day and poke around tomorrow on the Olympic peninsula, so we pulled into the first hotel and this is where we are at.

Well how did today go, it was a nice sunny ride again wooo hooo, little chilly at first then it warmed up, great scenery along the Oregon coast, no fog this time to complain about. But let me tell I gotta bitch about this. We pull into this view point on the coast of Oregon just below Seaside, a mother and daughter rolled in at the same time as us. They kinda panicked, dirty bikers I guess snapped a few shots and bolted. Linda and I sat there and watched they waves crash against the shore, it was very peaceful... listening to mother natures heartbeat..waves crashing wind blowing, beautiful sunny day, THEN all of a sudden, no it wasn't Santa on the roof, it wasn't a bus full of asians... it was six vans full of asians, they jump out ran to the edge and started fucking jibbering and no one was listening. We could no longer hear mother nature, it was just fucking jibberish, I don't understand asian jibberish all that well but I think they were trying to figure out how to get down the bluffs to the beach so they could rape, pillage and plunder all the clams, oysters and seaweed. My anger was starting to take over so I thought it was best we leave. As I fired my Harley up and let it rumble my lovely wife whispers in my ear... rev the shit outta your bike for a bit, then she giggled. Now some of may not understand this so let me put it to simpler terms for you.
YOU HAVE JUST PUT THE BABY DOWN FOR A NAP, YOU ARE LAYING IN BED WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL WIFE, SNUGGLING, KISSING AND JUST GONNA SNEAK OFF A SWEET PIECE OF LOVE MAKING AND THE DOORBELL RINGS WAKES THE BABY UP, AND THERES FUCKING JEHOVAH'S AT THE DOOR, WELL THAT WAS THE ASIANS AT BEACH.... and no weeman went weren't having a piece we were just admiring mother nature at here best.
So we rode a while, my anger calmed down and we stopped at this greasy spoon in Hebo, greatest hamburger ever, had a beer met the owner, some great laughs and now here we are at a First Nations Casino...lol oh ya shucked raw oysters for my dinner and the vallet wouldn't come out and park my bike... hmmmm go figure.