Chauncey living it.
We blasted up to the mountains quick like to score our usual campsite. That involved riding Alabama's shitty freeways for a hundred or so miles.
Probably one of the worst places to break down.
Riding bikes always puts you in a good mood. It's a good hangover cure too.
One of the stops along the skyway. Jerimiah a top a massive waterfall.
Douglas with his Vice bike narrowing his way through the mountains.
Mosley aboard my lovely Sportster.
Every once in a while, we can convince everyone to ride in a group for about 5 minutes. When that happens, we look really tuff.
Ross. Prepared. Blasting off into space.
Riding through the aftermath of an F5 tornado.
Back to Alabama.