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!

Where the fuck is Ruckersville?

Remember Driver Days?  That thing that looked like everyone was there that was all over Moto Scum for a while?  Baita and I skipped that so we could drive to Ruckersville to get him a Sportster.  Beautiful countryside, sketchy tattoo shop owner, trailer park queen, shitty skatepark, good times.  And we didn't get in a bike pile-up at the end of the day.

One of the only things I miss about back home, but something's missing.

That's better.

Awesome scenery.  Want to go back up this way with the bikes when it gets a little bit warmer.

It's true.

Got that shit!

Tallboy coozie for the ride back.

Hauled ass back to the beach to get to the Hunt club.  It was pretty awesome.

Sophia rode the bull.  Steve D was psyched.  This shit took forever to upload.

I made some sense of the wiring Monday night.

1 week later, Baita ends up like this Saturday night, yelling "I'll get that bitch running tomorrow, no problem."  Goddamn if he wasn't right.