Every year, we the GS Giants, plan a big shin-dig somewhere in the continental United States, along with meet ups at the BMW of Northern California's 49er rally and the Mother Rally, March Moto Madness in Tennessee.  What is its goal? To bring together a group of like-minded individuals who love to ride, kick tires, tell tall tales and don’t mind if you’re dirty. Our rally isn’t a vendor meeting. There aren't boxes of used parts being bartered. It’s a bunch of riders, young and old who for the most part really really like knobby tires. Think of going out exploring with some friends, slab or dirt, coming back to a campfire, meal and a beer. That’s the gist, and you get to pick the pace. Burning clutches across a rock garden all day or zipping down a gravel farm road taking pictures of cows. Everybody wins.

So you’re not an 11-year enduro racer with a barn full of bikes? Most of us aren’t either. While our club is knee deep with experienced riders, some are Newbs, and we love Newbs.