After the wedding I shot down to Shallote, NC where my girlfriend works. It is bike week in Myrtle Beach which is about 30 minutes from there so I decided what the heck just ride down you may see something kool.
Outside the Suck Bang Blow was the Wall of Death
This photo was one of my favorites of the weekend tho. I was cruising down the main strip with bagger nation passing me like crazy, and women that have never ridden before cutting me off in traffic. I saw what had to a 80 year old dude out for a sunday cruise in this awesome car. I of course had my camera around my neck so I grabbed it and amongst the idiots went Kurpius style and stood on my pegs focused the camera and snapped a few pics. When I sat back down and looked at the other bikers they were terrified that I just did that. Well buddy you just keep your feet on the highway pegs and revving your Rhinehart exhaust in your own lane and you will be fine.
I may try to make it back down to see Rebel Son play at the Beaver Bar, so look for me. Adios