motorcyclin!
This weekend Frank and I decided to roll down to Williamstown to visit Purdy.
This was my first real chance to use my tailbag. Its a Cortech Sport tailbag. Fits on the bike well and holds the perfect amount of stuff for an overnight trip. I even found my camelback secures to it perfectly. Here's the bike all loaded up.
Frank arrived at the designated meeting place a few minutes late. He probably went to the wrong DD because we're in New England and there's 11ty billion of them.
We headed out down Rt 2 for Williamstown. Once you're past Greenfield and rt 91, the road turns curvey and hilly and gives some great vistas.
Once we arrived, we set immediately to work.
Later Purdy would tell me that shit was 8% alcohol. Guess I shouldn't have pounded that first imperial pint so fast. Oh well.
Frank de-booted himself and surveyed the damage.
Too much Gold Bond isn't always a good thing.
After a few beers, we strolled down the street to Purdy's new apartment. (Purdy drove)
Like any new apartment, it was filled with dangerous chemicals.
Since we had been drinking, we thought it was a good idea to get someone to drive us around in public. Plus, frank really wanted some meat.
Upon returning, we took turns doing terrible things to Al Gore.
As the night wore on, I was too drunk to take pictures. If you even want to see a rediculously weird art film the 70's era soviet russia... this is for you. Frank and I enjoyed it ala Mystery Science Theatre 2k.
Once awoken and showered the next day, Purdy and Frank were in a pretty good mood.
I was not.
Then we went home.
Fin.
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