When a motor-blasting, tire-melting, highway-roving, subculture of leatherclad gas burners rally together in large herds, one word comes to mind: impressive. After a two-year hiatus, Durangos storied motorcyle parade set forth down Main Avenue on Sunday, that could be seen for blocks and heard for miles. Heres a look:

Cruising down Main in full ceremonial garb. A self-appointed Grand Poobah. Street reflections on an old Ford classic. Motorcycle yoga is quickly catching on as an acceptable way to
limber up during a long day in the saddle.