A brother just can’t get enough Amber trouble
The middle of June and riders were determined to cruise the Black Hills before the factory anniversary, but torrents of rain got the best of them.
It rained in the black hills like an automatic sprinkler system keeps the golf course greens magnificently verdant in a blistering Phoenix summer. It came relentlessly, religiously, adorned with god-like thunder and lightning, coupled to incessant tornado warnings, flash flood alerts and hail cautions. That didn’t stop the brothers or even the broads from ditching cities all over the country.