"Jesus, did you guys really spend last night in a tent?" One of the old guys at the next table asked.
"Yeah," T-Bone replied, "It wasn't too bad."
It was a bit past 7 am on a gloomy Sunday morning. We'd ridden into the little town of Sequim from our campsite 5 miles to the east and stopped at a restaurant for some breakfast. Soon, we'd pack up and head back to Seattle along the Olympic Discovery Trail.
"God Hell," said the man, "It blew and rained the whole time. Kept me awake and I was sleeping in a house in a nice warm bed!"
"Yeah, well," T-Bone quipped, "you probably hadn't ridden 60 miles."
"Buy the ticket, take the ride," I mumbled into my eggs over easy.