No More Mustaches

In 1998 a friend and I rode to California on 1995 and 1996 Dyna Wide Glides. Back then I sported a nice dark brown mustache that I was quite proud of.

Well on our way through Arizona on Route 66, the road was a roller coaster ride up little hills and down valleys. While coming down one hill we noticed a flat bed truck coming at us with wood stake sides and wood bed. The truck got to the valley first and struck the little wood bridge there just before we did. When the back tires hit the uneven bridge the entire load jumped up in the air like a flock of birds. Well, the stuff did not stay up there long enough for us to get by. Yep, we hit it dead on. I gotta tell you that I had to shave that mustache off to get the smell of cow manure out of my head. Never grew another one.

Tom M.