Beneath The Sky Line

I stepped forward and rode east Friday. The plan is always to leave before the rush hour traffic gets to thick but it never fails.... I always end up smack dab in the middle of it. It's not bad on a bike if you are into splitting lanes but drivers in Chicago will straight up try to take you out with their cage. I had one dude wait for me at the toll both and try to run me down..... I proceeded to give him a big smile which pissed him off even more.

I was doing pretty good as far as the watch was concerned until I suddenly noticed violent vibration. My front end was literally jumping off the ground. Thought my frame may have broke. As I pulled her to the sidelines I quickly realized my rear tire felt squarer than it did round. I rode it five miles to the oasis while it jack hammered my kidneys. I grabbed some Ice Cream and waited for Meesha and Eugene to show up with a truck.

Meesha

Delamintion

I grabbed a well used tire from the Bravetown loft and mounted it up

It was a splendid night and we were about to smell the cold waters of Lake Michigan. There's is nothing like a ride down Lake Shore Drive on a summer night. Deep black and a cool breeze from the left and bright lights and never ending energy at your right.

Aja

Danny's Trike

A Peaceful Exit

I-94 north is a great place to leave your mind behind at 2 am

Haley

HIGH JINX

ONE TWO F U

Sean fixing the things Brain broke.

The St. Paul crew showed up at Bravetown's doorstep so we kindly took them in. They were just getting back from a swap in Ohio.

Blasting the interstate

Brad is always kind enough to share his bed when the ladies are not.

Brad and Amanda

North headed East

Split'n... Shift'n... Shoot'n

all the way to North Beach. A crazy storm had just passed leaving behind lots of sunshine and a bucket of humidity. The beach sounded refreshing. Parking was nil so we parked in a questionable area then waded the waters. We must have looked like a scumball rolling across the beach. It wasn't long after we noticed two coppers looking at the bikes like "really close".... Shit..... Me and Eugene thought it would be better to confront the coppers in a friendly manner and offer to move them before they were towed away for ever. One cop said... "That's funny... this kentucky plate doesn't come back to anything" He told Brad it was a computer glitch and that he might as well wipe his ass with the ticket. Eugene walked and I was the only one to get a ticket... But the coppers were cool.

After Brad wiped his ass with his ticket we headed over to Remis' place where he was having a birthday party for his son.

Trailer Park CupCakes

Getting big

Slippery Pete

Celisa