Training Day.

Steve D somehow lived 25 years.  So we went and slept in a swamp for the weekend to celebrate.  Fucking awesome time. Wish I had taken more pictures, but when you're shitfaced by 11 AM, fuck a camera.  Stole some of these from Evan, the Re-Cycles King and Sophia, the Moto Scum Princess.

Let's get this trip started.

We hadn't even gone 100 ft and Walt goes in the ditch across from POS.  "I didn't know you liked to get wet."

He blew out this giant turd of mud and water out of his exhaust when he started it up after pulling it out of the ditch.  Shit made it all the way there and back, no problems.  And it's even an ironhead!  Walt got wet again when Craig almost tipped their canoe.  Craig manned up and sacrificed himself to keep the gear and Walt mostly dry, though.

Weekend horseshoe pit.

11AM.

Site 8!

Sweet ass jean jacket.  You're not pulling that break-in American Settlers-giver shit on me, Kitt.

Kenny won.  He's a fucking animal.  Fuck Chicago!