Saturday morning - EARLY - and our phone is ringing!  For God's sake it's only noon and someone is already calling.  We should have known, it was our friend Lee, released on his own recognizance by a sympathetic judge and ready to celebrate.  Just to remind you all, it's "Motorcycle Weekend" here in Palm Springs when thousands of deranged, degenerate bikers (just like us) descend on the city and party 'til they drop.  We sucked down a couple of V-8's with Grey Goose, saddled up the Harley and found Lee lounging on his bike a few blocks from our house lost and confused (normal).

Anyway, we all headed over to the vendor area, loaded up on cheap t-shirts, cold beer and spent the afternoon as self appointed "official" observers counting surgically enhanced.....ah....er.....surgically enhanced.....ah.....you get the drift, right?  Last count 137 fakes!  We're still not sure why it's an odd number, but that's what we counted and Price Waterhouse can audit us if they want.  We had parked in a rather questionable area so we paid some kid $5 to watch the bikes, but when we came back he was laying on the Harley, blind drunk with empty Budweiser bottles strewn everywhere.  We 're not shocked that a 12 year old was drinking, but we were surprised he only needed a six pack to get plastered.  Kids these days have no drive for success - it's the video game generation!

As it turns out, Lee had to leave mid-afternoon for church (don't ask) so we said goodbye and headed downtown for the rest of the day and night.  Everything went pretty well.  We drank a few (okay lots) cheap beers,  had some "mystery" meat for dinner and watched the throngs of bikers wander in and out.  At some point, Kevin challenged three gang members from L.A. to a game of darts - BIG MISTAKE!  It's not what you're thinking - they all got along great, but it started downhill REAL fast when they began tossing the darts off the balcony to see how close they could come without hitting anyone.   Oh yeah, of course Kevin's aim was off, but the good news is that the gang guys protected him from a serious "beat down," and now we're invited to their next club meeting at the Skull Tavern in San Bernardino.   Tomorrow is Sunday, we're sure to be in "recovery mode," but it will still be Motorcycle Weekend, so...

      
Kevin's motorized bar stool!  AWESOME!                    It's "more fun for your bun!" - but we had a different idea!

              
Kids these days!  We paid him $5 too!                               "...this 'biker thing' will contribute to global warming!"