Well the boys have been out riding all summer and the dreaded monkey butt decease is finally gone. I guess with enough time in the saddle the ol butt toughens up and 600 mile days don’t seem to make the rear end feel so bad. The only problem is when you eat all those road meals, you know, the jalapeno poppers and refried beans and pickled eggs, it only makes sense to take more than one set of jeans. Especially since the boys don’t find the time to visit the local swimming hole as often as they should. Even if they do they tend to leave the clothes hanging on some poor tree.