Saturday.

Larry's ride. It couldn't have gone any better. That's all I've got to say 'bout that.

Birmingham Rules.

Danny and Hank.

I'm not even going to try and explain this dude. Those of you that know, know. Here's a really rad photo of my good friend and his son Hank. They are both on their own cosmic level.

There are no shows like these anymore.

Birmingham has a rich history when it comes to the punk, metal, hardcore, etc. scenes. Not talking shit on the new wave fad of bluegrassy and folk type music that the younger kids flock to now days, but that stuff can't even compare to the experience of going to these type of shows. This flyer is one of a bazillion that I would have gone to when I was a tiny dude. I would get my Mom to drop me off, or my friends would skate to the sketchier areas of town to see these bands play in the shittiest random places. The bands on this particular flyer are a combo that was insane. I looked up to most of these dudes and would get ultra stoked when one of them would say what's up to me, let alone remember my name. Now I ride choppers with members of all of these bands, most of which are also Haints. Pretty trippy if you think about it. I couldn't be more grateful for what we have.

Much Needed Camping.

If this fucking hurricane holds out. It's been a while since we have all got together and just rode our bikes to the woods and camped with no particular plan. Wherever we see fit, we camp. If we find a sketchy roadside bar, hang out. If we catch a fish, eat it. See some water, swim. The only organized part of the trip will be to meet at the Dojo on Saturday. And maybe head north first. And maybe bring whiskey. Here are some photos of the regions where we will be.

This Spot.

Rules. We need to go back here.

I love great weather in Birmingham.

We had California weather here in Birmingham this weekend. If you were not on a bike, you definitely blew it. I actually got to put some real miles on my new bike too. One broken foot peg and about a quart of oil later, she's riding like a dream. Now it's back to rain and cold for another month or so.

Classic Random Shit.

Weed Steeding it. Brunson shot this photo of me at the shop when we were out putting some miles on one day. Look for this bike real soon with a complete makeover.

There was something going on at the skate shop this day, so we rolled down there and started drinking beer. Later on that night Duane and Chauncey got their shirts. We also ended up getting kicked out of the bar because shit got a little wild after the hainting had happened. It's still uneasy for us at that particular bar.

Pickett debating on drinking it. Me, Brandon, and Pickett, cruised around all day going to weirdo antique shops and shit. That was a fun day of dicking off and feeling like you accomplished a ton.

Brunson and Mosley getting their shirts. No, it doesn't happen in pairs, it's just a coincidence. Arclight played right after this and a fun time was had by all.

The first Big Mountain Run. There are huge trout in the Hiawasee river and they are amazing cooked over a campfire. After we devoured this one, dude's started eating the eyeballs and spine and shit. They regretted that later.

This was either Joe's birthday party or our New Years Day thing. Either way, it was at Joe's house and it was the only time I ever heard Joe use the N word. Minor Threat caused a few drunk Haints to turn Joe's kitchen into a thrash pit. It was just like being at a punk show! We had to clean it up.

For those of you who get confused when we use the term "critter", well here is a fine example.