But I got to see Hugh. Got to hear a dude say that "you dont catch catfish you hunt them"
Next day was still fucking cold buy I was heading to Mekkka Wheels through time is the shit. 3 years in a row now I have ridden to the place and I still love it
Jump bike!!! We partied hard that night. Then rode all the tourist shit head roads. Wife tore up the dragon on her 883 like a champ. My BroSS in West VA were impressed with he bike skills. We Got to the BMR and the party was pretty good.
Chets a solid guy. But I need to talk about Friday night. Holy shit I didn't think I could party like that. During some Heavy Metal band there were 2 bikes doing burn outs in the mosh pit. While that was going on we were kicking the shit out of eachoter or helping with burnouts. A nekid dude ran through the mosh pit. Watched one of them Haints jump off a 15 foot porch Awning face first like a skydiver we caught him and then the 30 man bro hug went off. It occured to me that if that man was willing to die for making it a party I needed to up my game. All I know is that I never stoped danceing or beating the shit out of a plastic table. I seen some dude piledrive the table. I busted some of my finest wwf moves on that shit. There was a lot of hail satans and white flour being yelled. Moshed to alanis moreupset. Yup and I was not the only one. Partying with Darren was great he told me he'd kill for me. Thanks Darren!"
That's the only pic I took from Friday night. Our Bro Matt from time machine photo. I got sponserd from ledsled with a new pink hat. Saturday the wife asked me to promise her that I wouldn't go crazy. She didn't want me to be all tired and hungover. I laughed and told her that if we only get 100 miles it would be a hundred miles that we wouldn't have to do Monday. Lifes a church. Burn it! Saturday night was pretty tame for some but we got crazy. Dickies belt loops can't be used as a tie down to be draged by a motorcycle the bands were pretty good lots of metal. We kicked the shit out of that table some more. It was pretty lord of the flys tribal shit.
The ride the next day sucked. My carb was acting up and we got some killer storms in some part of Tenn. I spent some time broke down dicking around with the carb. It's running better
The wife had fun and the folks I was camped up with were great to her. I made some new friends saw some sweet bikes and rode some pretty roads. I missed my BroSS tho. If the crew had been there I'm pretty sure cyclesourse would need to find a new place next year. I'm seious my legs are on fire from all the air guitar, danceing, wrestling, and other shit I did. My muscles are dieing.
We got another 400 miles to do in the AM.