It was painful to crawl out from underneath our shelters the next morning. We set up camp with the Minnesota Crew in the woods behind the bar. While packing up for the journey home constant reminders of what made our heads hurt so bad were strewn about. Brian acted like the little kid that wouldn't wake up for school and Hans Solo was gone without a trace. The sun was not kind enough to throw its rays at our backs but the rain was kind enough to only remind us it was there and could take us out at any minute.
camp
why set up a tent when you can just wrap up in it.
Absinthe melted the stars into green fairies of the night
Eugene looking ready to roll
Eugene had only a handful miles on this bike before we left.... the bugs were worked out along the way. This was a common sight but he always had his shit under control.
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Right on. fuck that was fun.
This is good shit!
common site, COMMON SITE??!??!!@# IM TRYING MY BEST JOSH
Eugene.... I meant it in a good way. It was the bike's first ride.... of course it would have bugs to work out. You had it under control..... didn't bitch, cry or even need help... just took care of it. I was proud of you.
i cried on the inside, a lot.
looks like good times.
thanks for the photos.
Nice!
I ENVY YOU GUYS.
WOULD LOVE TO PICK UP AND GO LIKE THIS!
GREEN EYES FOR SURE!
Damn I wish I was there. Irish Rich filled me in on some of the details on what I missed out on.
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