The Poker Run

Old Sarge and I went on our first Poker Run this past weekend. Imagine the horror the bartender must have felt with this crew swarming the bar:



We were the only ones in a car. Eh, what the hell. It was a fundraiser.


FIVE VF*n*W’s in one day was brutal:


All those bikes looked cool lined up outside:


Wilma does Jaeger Bombs:


Old Sarge gets his Cool on:


Hammer and JB from work made it out:


Old Sarge has now decided he needs a bike, although he has never ridden one before.

OS: I want a bike.
RM: No.
OS: Seriously, we need a bike.
RM: No.
OS: We could have a lot of fun with a bike.
RM: No.
OS: How about a trike?
RM: *blink*
RM: Sell the boat first.