Ever get the feeling that your just an ant going to the hill? Thats what happens when you go to Rolling Thunder. At 6:30a.m. I was by myself, a few miles up the road and now I'm riding to Dumfries with R.D. We get to East Coast H D and hook up with Mike and over a thousand other riders. After a 30 mile ride you become part of hundreds of thousands riders converging on D.C. from all over.
Then once again that solitary ride home to remember the day.