Ya' can't ride South without stoppin' at the Border...

Before risking life and/or limb on a cross-country trippie type adventure on an ancient foreign motorbike, one may choose to take a few shorter rides to, um, test the waters, or seering hot pavement. On my way to Florida for Father's Day 2010, I stopped, like everyone should, at South of The Border. Running into Warren was no accident. He was looking for ice cream and things to blow his fingers off with. The fireworks store was closed and ice cream was next in his sights. We exchanged stories and laughs as we each snapped rapid shots of each other's rides.

http://coconutcustoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/funny-thing-happened-to-me-at-sotb.html 

Thanks to Warren for this link...