If the Night Time is the Right Time, then the Full Wolf Moon is even righter, right?
Velocafe Monterey really rolls off of the tongue. Is this the Western location of The Caprock Bar?
Slightly crazed / Full Moon Fever
Loot of handlebar bag with map case for lost suckas, big and sexy beer, bar tape, surly beer getter, and rubber chicken stress ball with egg translucence.
Moonlit rides tend to bring out the philosophical, and why is that dang moon so much bigger on the horizon than in the sky? Now we know.
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