the bike made it back to raleigh after i pulled over at a gas station and cleaned the points (thanks huey).
the day after, i drove to virginia beach to meet back up with the crew (again).
enter larry to the wild ride:
larry is 1 in people years. he's my dog. he saved me from going totally insane this past year. i'm hyped on this guy. i love him.
driving (the proverbial tunnel/open shutter travel shot).
met up with the young guns outside the rv while the dudes were at some "adult-type" establishments. lar was ready to party.
thanks to leo, party he did:
lar and uncle braydon:
harvey was just tired:
these cops were nice, but stupid...they said we were throwing things in the street. i was the only one that didn't run and was the only one that almost got arrested.
back to the campsite, heath had his way with the picnic table but lar cleaned it up:
braydon's bro tyler and matt ball showed up from vegas. awesome dudes btw...we then went and got a hotel on the beach (thanks again, braydon) because i wasn't having any of the ground/creature/insect madness any longer.
the dirty business crew sussed the atlantic at 7am:
a few hours later, back to the campsite:
kevin drew this horribly awesome thing for braydon to get tattooed...which i think he did. but, what's up with the abs with labs tats, homies? no dice?
then back to the strip:
i made the decision (mistake) to run up to dc to say hi to a friend from san diego that was visiting his opera singer bro at some college. long story short, i got kicked out at 3 am.
so then, i drove back to raleigh to graduate from college. at this point, the trip wasn't over yet, sucka.