Friday. Lots of the homies showed up early to experience Birmingham.
So, in typical fashion, we figured it would be a great idea to hit up the bar when the majority of us had to be at the shop super early the next morning.
You know what I'm talking about.
The first bar wasn't enough and I guess it wasn't late enough, so round 2.
Ladies and Gentleman, meet Dean Micetich.
Little nipple VS. Big nipple VS. Butterfly.
Dean picked the winner. Big nipple.
Look at Warren in the background. I wonder what he is saying in this photo?
The bartender didn't like the shirts being off and got pretty pissed about it. He didn't say anything about pants though!
Lets trade hats. Big head, little head.
We can't see your tattoo with all of that hair in the way.
Chauncey kept pouring beer down his pants. I guess his dick was thirsty.
I was going to type a funny caption, but it's not even necessary.
Thanks Duane and Chauncey for letting so many people stay in your townhouse. You neighbors hate you maybe.
Saturday. This was a few hours before the show was even supposed to start. The parking lot filled up quick.
This is the Haints Award that Shane made. A tattooed bullfrog. Nick Brown actually won this award. Congrats Buddy!
My friend and yours, Jerimiah Smith. Ripping the ramp in front of a banner of Duane and a gay pride flag.
Fitting in with the southern culture.
Choppies and Roberts.
Autumn admiring Roadside Marty's perfect hair.
I mean perfect.
These next few photos are from the ride to the DicE party from the bike show. I was out front, so I couldn't get too many photos. Let me tell you though, it was a very impressive sight.
There were even more bikes when we showed up to the after party.
DicE party commence!
Nads took a break for a minute.
The bands started playing and Pat got really hyped.
Slide with it.
Duane got really full.
Mosley had a cookout at his place for those that stuck around and wanted another hangover on Sunday.
Discussing great times and the plan for next year's Dixie Roundup.