so there were a lot of different factors surrounding this trip and my decision as to whether i was going to go or not. emotions told me no. the need for the road told me go. the wallet said no. the mind needed the time to figure out a lot of things in life. on thursday i sent a few text messages out informing everyone that i couldn't make it cause it came down to not having the money to go. Eugene wasn't having it- he told me to get to chicago and he would cover my gas. Everyone volunteered to make sure i was covered. I was floored. I checked with Harlow to see what kinda money i would need for camping and food- nothing he replies. sweet. 4 cans of beans, 6 cans of tuna, and a boda bag full of water would be my steady diet for the trip. I put a 20dollar bill in my wallet and left the plastic at home. Warren, Cody, and Kurpius met up at my place and we split for chicago to get a buzz on and meet up with everyone that would be going.
ok, so 15 bikes, you might as well get to see each one and get a brief rundown. This is Eugene a.k.a. Eugenius, Mean Eugene, Eugene the Machine, Eu-asshole... without him, you would be looking at pictures of me sitting on my couch right now. the seat on that ironhead was a straight-up recliner.
Cody got t-boned on his shovel earlier in the summer and didn't think he was gonna make this ride. luckily he got the bike back together in time to go and she ran really good the whole way.