Happy Birthday to Hawkeye

The the son-of-a-bitch is a mere one hundred and seventy-five years old. And yet, he keeps on kicking. We love you, Methuseleh. Philistine patch #2, charter member, and all around asshole.  

It’s AWESOME Outside. Where are you heading?

We know our plans – ride all day, drink by the firepit at night. Doc’s got a new dyno tune on his scoot. Boom got laid. homebru mentioned something about Guinness and Floor said “Fuck it all, where’s the beer?” What’s it all mean? Shut up and ride. You know how to find us.