For me, that's "Camp Boogie", a gathering of old bikers and new at Harley rallies or one of our homes over BBQ, bikes, booze, belches....and whatnot. Invariably, for these occasions, I'm the rolling "whatnot".
Like kids running to the icecream truck, I have my buds hanging out at the "Geezer Glide" which I ride right up to the stage (ya know, where the dancing is). Knocking back Patron with beer chasers is a good way to wipe the slate clean for all that life that happens between the "Camp Boogie" weekends. It's not always intense, but when it is.....them's some good memories made!
Kuhon started the whole deal with Queef and added Bear, Midnite, myself and a few others over time. It's getting to be a pretty big thing. If you like huge porkchop steaks served hot from the grill on the end of a knife blade passed around, you'll fit right in.
Here's a shot of Kuhon leaving the line on his 11-sec Sporty. He's a 3-time cancer survivor who'd been told to pack his bags, so seeing him hard at what he loves best brings us all together.
Little picture, but you get the idea.
Every once in a while, you have to get out and let it all hang out.
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