DDC Hellride 2012 - Day 12: Leaving Michigan, And Hating It




I love crossing that big bridge, but it's always sad going northbound.Found this little bad boy in a trinket shop just past the bridge.And bought the entire lot from the shop. 15 cents a pop. Good deal for old, dead, beautiful stock.FEELING A BIT SAD: Didn't have enough time back with Mom and Dad. Just that simple. Five days wasn't enough. Leigh and I hit the road this afternoon, and wanted to turn back. No shit. Kept the pedal down and made it all the way to Iron Mountain, Michigan.