quote of the year-

 "Back off hipsters. You didnt start this shit, you just got here." 

-Chris Callen of Cycle Source.

Roscoes, part deux

Some of the pics I snapped at Roscoes

 The view from my front porch

 ManChild

 double-wide tattooing

 ok, forget the skulls-a-plenty and this was one sick trike

 This pan was pretty damn sharp. Love the Wilwood brake in the rear

 nice chainguard.

 clean clean clean

 tuff looking shovel

 The Colonel bought a jar of moonshine from some dude wandering around.

 Kevin- I aint drinking nothing from a jar you bought off some bum at this place.

 Trust me, I did you a favor by cutting the bars out of this shot.

 Kelly was a Fun-gi the entire trip and looked nuts like this all three days.

 Believe it or not, there was chilli. and it was damn good!

 Danzig showed up

 I got stoked that the free beer wasnt absolute swill when i saw the banner....

 DUPED! Natural Light?!?!!? ah well, free beer is free beer.

 now you see why we started calling this place barter town?

 swing tree. Highlight of the trip. next year we are camping under this bad boy.

 The large crowd of men that are gathered around the stage are watching the vocal only Orgasm Contest. yea, pretty retarded.

For nick- the only critter nudity I captured on the trip. I was a titty-dunk tank where the object was to diplace more water than the last critter.

 yea, pretty much.

RIP

Seems like all the greats are starting to fade away, and Leslie Nielsen is the latest in this growing trend. I was really bummed when I heard the news this morning. Gonna have to watch Airplane! and Naked Gun again to cheer me up.

sawbuck

 

  Killer beetle spotted behind the Bob Evans.

 The sick wagon down on the beach has a new buddy.

 Nice tag.

 Kevin got really high the other day.

still trying to figure out how spanner fit in that bottle.

new posts are like bigfoot sightings around these here parts...

So we went up to the 25th Annual Roscoes Chilli Challenge a couple weeks back and Ashley took some shots of the silliness. Saturdays Chilli was amazing and unfortunately we missed the biker games on a count of a dead battery, but we still had a ball. Cant figure out how to get pics off my camera yet, so heres what Kevins friendgirl Ashley snapped off!

 Who rides a PANhead!?! Karl and Margot Kiddo

 Bows in the breeze

 sure.

The mainstage at what we nicknamed Bartertown. Notice the beer hands are gloved- twas a chilly nite....

for Florida, HA!

 Sara on the left, Karl on the right....and I have no idea what Geo is doing. Kind of a cross between Danza and Danzig.

 I still for the life of me cant figure out who that is on the left, or what their gender is. Thats your photographer Ashley in the middle.

 Kelly and Mike were like the Mario Brothers chomping caps all nite and wearing crazy headlites

 Zero to Hero, baby.

 Drive-by-Bro-Hugs from some dude that wandered in to our camp.

 Geo, the morning ray of sunshine. Peep the fire in the background and you can see Kevins socks laying on a log.

Kelly - Dude, those are going to catch on fire.

Kevo - No they wont, theyre wool.

They caught fire.

 rough morning.

Deja Vu.

 So while we were off on our battery excursion, Kelly wussed out on the mini-bike races and instead found a tree with some crazy vines hanging off it. Like, strong enough to hold our big asses.

 Photo of the trip.

 Surprise!

Saturday nite we staggered over to where we could hear a very eclectic mix of music, only to find a Karaoke party outta Captain JJs RV! We proceeded to tear it up, while Ashley almost got her shirt torn off by a topless gal singing Janis Joplin! Heres Kelly doin Sunday morning coming down