Camping Needed.

I need to get out to the woods. I think I might hit up Mt. Cheaha one night during 4th of July weekend.

See You There!

Headed to the Bama Swap and Drag. You should go too.

We need to get back to the woods.

This weather has been fucking stupid. We could still go camping in cars I guess.

Samsquich.

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.

Chopper Camping.

Since this blog kind of acts as a bulletin board for the crew, I'm just going let everyone know about a camping trip that's being planned Labor Day weekend. Which is September 2nd or some shit. Depending on who has to work and when, it may be a repeat of Duane's bachelor party run. Now nobody can say that they didn't know about it when we head out to camp. This is your invitation.

Dismals Canyon.

The plan is to hit this place up the weekend after Barbers. ( Oct.15th). It's starting to get cold out, so no better time to camp.

I'm craving another trip.

Even if it's in state. Just ride to somewhere, preferably someplace with water, grab some beers and the supplies to cook some hobo stew, and call it badass. A secluded section of Little River Canyon would be cool.

Packing up before the rain starts.

Another photo that Benji took of my goofy ass.

Weekend miles, camping, and skating.

This weekend ruled. We had a perfect combination of things going on. Great weather, most of our bikes were running, and there was a new skatepark opening in southwest Alabama. No better reason than to hit the road for a weekend.

9:30 meet up time. Of course most people didn't show up until 10:00.

Getting on the road. You know that feeling right when you head out on a trip? Yeah, juiced.

Boogying down the freeway.

Blasting past cars and hauling ass.

We were all stoked that PJ made it.

The Ironhead runs like a champion.

Posse fuckin deep.

Clutch adjustment.

AHHHHHHH!!

Headed south into pretty country.

We stopped off at The Twix N Tween for lunch.

All you can eat country fried steak? Sold.

Right when we finished our meal, Brunson and Mosley rolled up to join in on the fun.

Continuing south bound.

What's down there?

Chauncey's fuel filter melted and Joe's carb fouled his plugs, so we pulled over for a minute.

Back on the road headed to Greensboro.

Very curious to check out this concrete skatepark in the middle of nowhere.

Well, we got there and it is pretty impressive for such a small town. Over in the far section is a bowl section.

Dope tan yo.

Sup pimp.

Unicycletards.

We left the park and started to head back towards camp, but Chauncey needed to find an auto parts store so farther south we went.

After about 10 miles down a country road we realized that there was no stores at all. Nice country though.

Headed back to camp, Robbies clutch cable came undid. Zipties? Fixed.

We realized that it was about to get dark, we haven't set up camp, and we were 25 miles from the state park. Racing the sun.

Got there just in time to set up and start a fire.

Matt tried to catch us dinner.

Long night. Lots of drinking and smoking of the pots. I woke up first.

Aaron woke up last and felt great.

We need to get on the road.

Nothing cures a hangover like trying to master a unicycle.

Packed up and ready to go.

Another pretty day of riding.

Perfect.

Regulators.

Chauncey got a flat.

Unicycle while waiting to fix it.

Got the situation taken care of and headed home.

Made it back perfect. Next weekend we head North.