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| The '38 MSS amid the ruins of a former world; ranches and dry-land farming, now gone picturesque as wind farms and dry-tolerant wheat fields have taken over. |
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| The Dalles bridge; on the edge of spotty cloud cover - eastward is sun, westward rain, thus it was all day, but the rain never stuck, just dotted the sunshine |
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| Behold! The Mk7 KTT hidden within, released on a later day to sing its song |
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| Kim Young on her 1930 KSS, the oldest bike on the rally. |
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| KSStina's world... |
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| Into the wild, on a 'primitive' road, to see a canyon |
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| Winding, winding downward into yet another glorious canyon; the Klikitat river |
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| Atticus. Its hard being little sometimes. |
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| Brake rotor for a wind turbine |
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| Days of heaven |
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| Ian's 'would you look at that' gesture |
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| Kim's 1930 KSS; 350cc, ohc, 260lbs, cruising all day at 60mph |
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| Atticus escapes the chair to see the world as Dad sees it |
