On the stregth of the recommendation of my biker friends I had breakfast with a couple of days ago, I continued on Route 66 up into the Black Mountains.
I stopped at Oatman, a town stuck in a time warp (on purpose I'm sure). Full of bikers because there is a festival going on.
As promised, the town was also full of Buros' poking their faces into everywhere. I have resisted, T-shirts, stickers and all other souvineirs up until now but had to get a T shirt here... The town is full of hard looking bikers. Angel gear the lot, some of them. Probably all stock brokers...
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