The motorcycle gang had a "trackday" for the group. Everyone went up Saturday night & stayed @ a hotel. We got up there around 7:00 Saturday night. We all sat around in the parking lot & talked. About motorcycles. And nothing else.
Brad's buddy, Keith (grey shirt), has been racing motorcycles a long time. He's from England & he raced there. Like w/ some really popular racing people. But I have no clue who they are. So he's like the motorcycle whisperer & a couple of the guys had him setting their suspension in the parking lot.

I finally had my limit of motorcycle discussion, so I went up to the room. I should've had my head examined because my roommates were: my hubby, my bro & their friend, Derek. Luckily I didn't have to spend much time in there w/ them. I don't think I would've made it out alive.



2 comments:
ha ha ha!! seriously jermemy!!!? you look like you're taking a dump! ha ha ha ha ha!!!
jeremy, your mom's gonna kill you!
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