Barbers Vintage Festival.

Whoa buddy. I'm worn the fuck out. This weekend was a fun filled one full of old motorcycles, old friends, old parts, old cheese, and old people. As much as we fuck around and constantly do dumb shit, we are actually pretty responsible when it comes to swap meets. At the gate before it opens and all that. There were some good deals to be had and there were also some ridiculous prices on the goofiest shit. Just like all swap meets. I came up pretty good on a parts stash and Duane even left with a complete Duoglide Panhead. We watched Warren race and he looked like a gorilla surfing a toothpick on that little ass Honda. I think we probably consumed every brand of cheap beer made in America. Blah, Blah, Blah.............