As unplanned as life, we ride the road before us ... never knowing what's waiting around the next corner. After meeting these guys, we rode down the mountain, stopping at the last town inn to sample their fine brews and deep fried goodness. Turns out they were from all over the northwest and headed to Seattle for a weekend meet up of 1000's of other vintage racers. Why they would select the madness of Seattle and its inevitable rain as a location, as opposed to here in Yakima, where we don't even have gutters on our houses because it only rains a few times a year, is another one of life's little enigmas that I'm just not smart enough to understand.