Ramble Tamble: The Journey.

Once again, thanks to our hosts the Snodgrass brothers for a great party. Thanks Brad, for being our Louisville tour guide. It was amazing seeing almost all of our midwestern friends. I didn't take a whole lot of party photos, or riding photos, or swimming hole photos, or skatepark photos, or Black Sabbath photos because I was busy partaking in the fun. Here's what I got. Enjoy.

This is a dessert called a 'Butter Roll' that they serve at an amazing buffet in smalltown Tennessee. Those that know, know what's up.

This is a stunt.

Kentucky has no helmet law. This is crazy to us because almost every one of our surrounding states requires them.

Gummo.

A stripped ratchet gear on a kick only, high compression Ironhead is no bueno.

Mother fuckin' Ivan.

Mother fuckin' Eugene.

Cody's Panhead rules and I showed Dustin a cool trick you can do with spit and an upswept exhaust.

All tuff guys. Jerimiah is wearing eye shadow.

This was the last photo I took before the camera went away and the party started. Sorry.

This is how Meeks was found the next morning. He doesn't remember anything.

Due to what I think may be a fried coil, I was able to limp my bike until our day was official done.

Ride to the River, To wreck your Liver.

Myself and Duane are headed to a small town in Georgia this weekend to meet up with the BDAC boys. It's one of those towns where the locals celebrate Octoberfest super hard because they all wish it was Germany, but they don't have enough balls to commit and just move there. Actually probably not, but that's what I always think of in my head with that type of shit...... Like white people celebrating Cinco De Mayo all passionately.

The New Years Day Tradition Continues!

So, for the past few years we have all gotten together at Joe's house on New Years Day and started getting wasted early as shit to get rid of the hangover from the night before. We end up cooking black eyed peas and collard greens too. Pretty much turns into an all day, drink as much as you can, fest. This year, Mosley has offered to do it at his pimp palace. It's supposed to be a nice and sunny 65 degree day, so hanging out in the garage and fucking off is a must. Chris might even be looking into getting a keg. Not to mention that it's a Saturday, so there's no worry about going to work the next day. We need to find some lawn darts.......See you fucks there.