WE'D RATHER BURN OUT THAN RUST AWAY!
MONDAY! WHAT? Oh yeah baby, we're back - AND WITH A VENGEANCE! Where the daily posts have been is none of your f'ing business - it's between us, our attorney (night school educated, baby!) and our "loving" sponsor, Budweiser. Just thank the Lord (or Buddha, or Allah, or the Kardashians) that we're fine, our sponsor is fine and our lawyer is oh sooooo fine! So, big news to stage our comeback after a few weeks of court ordered silence - LAS VEGAS BIKEFEST!
That's right, this weekend was the annual big motorcycle whoop-t-do over in Vegas (BABY!). Oh, we were there and let's just say, so was everyone else. We stayed at the headquarters hotel for the event - the world famous (and chipping paint, stained carpet ) SAHARA, right on the Strip. It may be run down , it may be past it's prime, but you can't beat $1 hot dogs, $1 blackjack and BEER TOWERS! So here's the Beer Tower deal. They give you a personal 180 ounces of beer (Budweiser of course - they're paying the bills again!) in a chilled tower right at your table. Do the math - that's 12 beers (11.7 pints) for just $20 bucks! Look, you don't see this sh_t at the Bellagio, just sayin'.
Anyway, after two towers (the first night in town) we needed to call in reinforcements. Fortunately the gang from Palm Springs (and Palm Desert and Cathedral City and Indio and all the other "wanna be" desert cities) were in town and rode to our assistance. Now of course that meant we needed even more towers and more hot dogs and more dollar hands of blackjack. It didn't start pretty, it didn't end pretty, but it certainly was pretty allot fun (pretty good grammar, huh?). By the time the weekend was over we chewed through more dollar this and dollar that than anyone. As a matter of fact, we even needed the services of a dollar bail bondsman, but that cost us all of next month's sub-prime mortgage payment on our double-wide. Folks, we're back, you're back, Budweiser is back and we're flat on our backs - but not for long...
VEGAS BABY! Oh, what a way to start the weekend! And here's the reason we rode across the desert!
Just like a pilot, we contacted the tower first thing! The "Gang" begins another night "towering" over everything
Oh, and there were lots of bikes there too! We wanted this bike, but the blond was optional!
That's right, this weekend was the annual big motorcycle whoop-t-do over in Vegas (BABY!). Oh, we were there and let's just say, so was everyone else. We stayed at the headquarters hotel for the event - the world famous (and chipping paint, stained carpet ) SAHARA, right on the Strip. It may be run down , it may be past it's prime, but you can't beat $1 hot dogs, $1 blackjack and BEER TOWERS! So here's the Beer Tower deal. They give you a personal 180 ounces of beer (Budweiser of course - they're paying the bills again!) in a chilled tower right at your table. Do the math - that's 12 beers (11.7 pints) for just $20 bucks! Look, you don't see this sh_t at the Bellagio, just sayin'.
Anyway, after two towers (the first night in town) we needed to call in reinforcements. Fortunately the gang from Palm Springs (and Palm Desert and Cathedral City and Indio and all the other "wanna be" desert cities) were in town and rode to our assistance. Now of course that meant we needed even more towers and more hot dogs and more dollar hands of blackjack. It didn't start pretty, it didn't end pretty, but it certainly was pretty allot fun (pretty good grammar, huh?). By the time the weekend was over we chewed through more dollar this and dollar that than anyone. As a matter of fact, we even needed the services of a dollar bail bondsman, but that cost us all of next month's sub-prime mortgage payment on our double-wide. Folks, we're back, you're back, Budweiser is back and we're flat on our backs - but not for long...
VEGAS BABY! Oh, what a way to start the weekend! And here's the reason we rode across the desert!
Just like a pilot, we contacted the tower first thing! The "Gang" begins another night "towering" over everything
Oh, and there were lots of bikes there too! We wanted this bike, but the blond was optional!
Kevin - what's with the caterpillar on your lip? it looks like a Californian Black Spiney Caterpillar found only in the tops of 300ft tall Redwoods. Did you climb one to prove your manhood, or did we forget to wipe our mouth after your last glass of chocolate milk?
Keep Smiling (but cover your lip) and have fun!
Wendy and Ron
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Hey! Great to see you are both out and about! We were beginning to think that you both had ankle bracelets on, your internet at home was cut off and you couldn't get to the local library to update your website!!! We were VERY worried! So happy to hear that you were just out there having a grand time drinking beer, having fun and spending your Bud dollars!!
J & L
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