This past weekend I found myself riding north toward a gathering older than many of the machines that would soon surround me—the 46th Annual Hansen Dam Rally. It has been running almost as long as I’ve been alive, an unbroken thread of riders, engines, and stories stitched along a dusty spit of Los Angeles terrain. The invitation came not through old friends or club ties, but by the strange, modern fortune of stumbling through Facebook groups at midnight. I had been searching