It was refreshing to see good friends and hear the unedited tails from the road. Most of my riding time is spent alone so when Slippery Pete, Eugene, Brad and myself hit 90 it never felt better. Blasting through the traffic.... looking over at each other with a big smile on our faces. We stopped in and said hi to Joe Mamma.
On friday we grilled some brats and burgers at Bravetown then hit up Lake Shore Drive. Nights like this just don't get much better.
Brad is Straight Edge but he had us all flying higher than a kite with all the solventants he was using to clean his bike.
Deb cooked the Brats and turned them with a greasy axle. They were the best Brats I ever had.
Mitch cooked the Burgers
Brian trying a never flavor.
Ross showed up..... I didn't even recognize the fucker
Ladies should leave their white shirts at home if they plan on riding on the back of a bike from Bravetown. Sissy bar imprint.
chocolate milk and Swedish Fish
Seeing the future