Whenever you make a spur the moment decision, in the back of your mind you always think "I hope it was worth it." In this case, it definitely was. Riding some great roads with people who you don't see nearly enough, drinking moonshine with people you haven't even seen in over 10 years, and blasting off more fireworks than you can shake a stick at tends to leave a positive impression. The bands were tight and at times things got weird in the right ways. Slept on a picnic table and was up bright and early for a 6:00 am departure to ride another 13 hours with my dad. Fewer pictures, the better the time- these were the only 4 I got.
Rolling deep to Steel Steeds
Sewer God Sean ripping
5:15am: Sunrise
Brian's killer Pan
-ZK
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