Is anyone gonna tell us some stories?
my favorite part was some random rocker dudes, top heavy, and slow burn (slow burn we dubbed, top heavy was the other dude's actual nickname), who were wasted when they got there, and continued in a downward spiral. top heavy kept stealing my dog anna's party toy, a rubber arm composed into a fist (not really a dog toy...) and putting it in his sleeve like it was his arm. the thing was slimy from dog slobber and kinda gross to begin with really. she also wouldn't leave "slow burn" alone, who i'm pretty sure was tripping on LSD... i can't blame her really. the slow race was fun... shopmate chester just barely beat me on his honda Z50, though the tiny thing had a centrifical clutch so i think it doesn't count.
all said, no bikes got knocked over, no neighbors complained (that we know of), the cops didn't get called, and the place didn't get trashed. can't wait for the next one.