Once a year, and for the last 15 years, my Dad, my four brothers and a group of cousins called, "The Benevolent Portuguese Brotherhood Touring Company," travel on their Honda 90s, in the scorching valley heat, across the forest, on dirt roads, to the Northern California coastline- all in the name of, "you gotta love eating dirt!"
Many a man would like to ride with them, though to join their Honda ninety ride, you must be: An adult male, related by blood to my Dad, Portuguese, wear the tee-shirt that my brother Mathew creates, you must be flat out crazy, and ride a Honda ninety like a bat-out-of-hell, or like-you-stole-it.
They pack their own food, gourmet snacks and enough beer to cause gas for the entire ride!
They add clever what-nots to their bikes.
They primp and spit, before they take off,
They belly laugh, holler, and poke fun at each other's jokes and bikes!
and constantly, they tinker, tinker, tinker!
photos: The riders outside my Dad's cow barn which is converted into a motorcycle gang hang out. Click on an image to see it enlarged.