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@@arizonarider6998 very much so. Thank you!

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it

That’s right! It is coming soon and can’t wait. Thank you for watching!!

Thank you! Glad you liked it!

Awesome. Making someone feel like riding or riding with us is what we try to do in our videos. Thank you for watching and nice words!

Thank you! I agree and this one has done really well for me

Thank you so much!!

We got soaked on the way there and luckily no rain coming home. It definitely was a great one this year

Totally agree!! I was born in wrong decade. Haha.

Thanks a lot. I am very glad you and everyone are enjoying it

Thank you very much!

Thx for watching

Thank you! Make sure to say hi if you see us!

@@TheTravelall I will..

We missed you guys last year. Hope to see you this weekend

HAha! Totally agree

Yup bolting the steering box onto the 66 will be the same as the 68. Just figure out a bracket for the power steering pump online or have one built by welding shop. Pump from a Travelall or newer scout would be fine but bracket to bolt to 152 will have to be built or bought

I appreciate it. Thank you!

Haha we sold the sporty chop with the springer to buy the shovelhead. Just one chop each and a softail for a spare.

@@TheTravelall 😔...😆😂😉. It's cool 😎, I'll find a way

@@TheTravelall 😉. I keep, my visions, to myself, also.. !? LoL 😂, otherwise , everyone would,think? I'm crazy 😧.. ... I don't see, what the problem is? 🎃🚬🤔

For sure!!

Thank you!

Meagan Joan Figueroa August 31, 1975 - July 15, 2023 Meagan Joan Figueroa, 47, of Tucson, AZ, began the next phase of her spiritual journey In Globe, AZ on July 15th, 2023. Meagan was born in Tucson, AZ on August 31, 1975, to Mari Rosaschi and Robert Figueroa. From there her mother moved them back east to Alexandria, Virginia. In 1987, an 11-year-old Meagan moved from Virginia to Carson City, NV with her mother, brother and two eldest cousins, Greg, and Cameron. She finished her schooling in Carson after a brief move to Washington DC. In her signature fashion, Meagan roamed the Southwest throughout her twenties as red rocks and cacti always seemed to call her home. Eventually, she found her way back to Nevada in 2008 to call Lake Tahoe home, where she found well-deserved peace with her dog, Lindy, on a beach in Zephyr Cove. Shortly thereafter, Meagan moved back to Carson City to find a career in construction bookkeeping and another four-legged life partner in a goofy German Shepherd mix she named Hayduke. She spent four more years in Nevada before landing back in Tucson to continue her career, and it was during this time that her soul discovered the outlet for her restless spirit: motorcycles. She spent much of the free time in her final years acquiring parts for, building, and riding motorcycles. Between Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, and Mexico, she found her tribe of road warriors, and racked up countless memories and adventures. Meagan had a rebel soul with a fiery spirit and a kind, yet fiercely guarded, heart. She suffered no fools with a quick wit and a sharp tongue. But whether you were four-legged or two, her giant heart and devious smile let you know when she counted you as a friend. Meagan always walked her own path, and often alone, but if you found yourself walking alongside her, it always felt like home. Meagan is survived by her older brother, Paul Rosaschi; Aunts Tania Coon, Suzanna Taylor, and Halana Salazar; Uncles John Souther and Randy Taylor; Cousins Greg Fields, Cameron Webster, Aaron and Jessica Taylor, and Shea and Aubrey Salazar. A beloved daughter, sister, niece and cousin, Meagan will be sorely missed, yet never forgotten. A poem written by her cousin: IMAGINE GLORY Busted in, just behind the 8. May have been little, Never too little, too late Cloud full of wonder Painful beauty full of stars A lone 2-wheeled banshee In a sea of idling cars So bright a flame To find tempered light She crested the peak, With a smile and a fight Her twists, they were many, Though enemies, few Fireworks at night To give the sightless a view Warmth of her heart Like the edge of a knife She cut through the tethers. Of this thing we call life With spirit ablaze and sun in her eyes Let us behold Her triumphant rise for MeagaMouse...May you reach Heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you’re dead...Love Stinky Written by: Shea Salazar 8-17-23.

Hey Apachelarry!, here was her obituary.

Thank you!