Under the harvest moon and through the evening air, we scooted. Four intrepid riders were on the bill, but two turned out to be posers. Questioning our friends' claims to family responsibilities, we set out from College Avenue to the hamlet of Mastersonville just to say we had been there.
Having achieved that lofty goal, we turned south toward Mt Joy for a warm-up and beer at Mick's (formerly known as Carlos 'n Charlies and mournfully deprived of great salsa). We then motored to Washington Boro and back home via Charlestown Road, the perfect strip of road for filming a slasher movie.
Our Night Prowl was not difficult or noteworthy, except for the wonderful smells of farmer's fields, sleepy streams and decaying leaves. It was the first of many tours, we're sure. Pictured is my Ruckus and Matt's C3 parked with a Ducati sport bike in Mt. Joy.
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