Ride For Lightning.

We just got back from the run and it was a really good time. Put some really good miles on the bikes, met a ton of cool people, and had a bunch of hangovers. The Death Scientists are rad dudes and did a great job putting this run on. I hope it helps Lee out.

We set off from Birmingham pretty early trying to make it to North Carolina at a decent time. Yeah, I'm rocking a gay pride flag.

A few minor setbacks, but we made it to the mountains.

It got dark on us fast, so Matt let us camp at Wheels Through Time. They also fed us. Every time we end up there we get treated great. Madd respect son.

The mountains are way colder than the city.

Chilling out with a few knuckleheads.

The second camp spot.

There was a big party. Tim and the rest of the dudes gave us an award because they said our crew rode the farthest to get there. Really awesome. We are sending that award to Japan as soon as I get Brandon's address.

Haints coozies. Titties and destroy.

Every time Minor Threat comes on a circle pit starts.

Friends. Choppers.

Headed to the Highlands.

Crazy stuntin'.

We stopped at a waterfall on the side of the road. Duane made karate to it.

This is a great part of the country to ride through.

We saw an Indian.

Fuck man, they were everywhere.

Needing a break from choppin'.

Almost to South Carolina.

Made it. Start drinking. Lose clothing.

Reflecting on shit.

J-Rod scoped out the scene for me.

Social networkings.

Ok, this critter was rad looking. He had the hair and the teeth to be a textbook example. He ended up with a Haints shirt on and got really creepy.

Duane ended up with his Haints shirt off. Kinda.

I woke up very hungover and then took a picture of a bunch of burnt up shit in the fire. I don't think the bar folks were too stoked about that.

A really nice couple that I saw at a gas stop on the way home.

Riding into the sunset. We were glad to be home.