6/12/10

Mission Failed.

Word to everyone: if I'm in the backseat, an you're talkin to me, chances are I won't hear you.
This is what happen w/ my failed mission. Rick was talkin about gettin beers, an brown baggin it. I barely heard and thought "beer. brown bag. awesome". Alas, we pulled into the gas station, I sat in the car whilest everyone got gas. Rick hands me a pounder an tells me "mission failed. You were supposed to get beer". Fail.

My Afternoon

Lotsa dudes. Lotsa flannel. Lotsa beer. Lotsa bikes.
-reggief

Bout to get free tacos, and eat them whilest in line for the porta potty. Word.

My favorite <3 beautiful dog.

The beauty was quite the trooper.

Big Badaboom

    So seein someone I just met flip off his motorcycle on the shoulder of the freeway is crazy shit and now the CHP is bein a dick an takin his sweet time writing this report.

Good Morning Thousand Oaks.

Me, 4 dudes, a ramp and no wind... thank god.