German Beer Festival Weekend.
Whoa, this weekend was out of control. Duane, Bowles, Ape Knuckles, and Myself rode to a small mountain town in Georgia to meet up with the BDAC fellows and celebrate a country that we are not from. Ape Knuckles will act German and all, but his ass has never been out of the South. Anyways, we left Birmingham at about midnight on Friday due to a gremlin in Ape Knuckles’ bike. It got cold real fast. We made it to the Georgia state line before we were frozen solid. The next day we got up and boogied up north and met Ryan and started sampling German beers. I honestly don’t know how to tell the rest of this story because so much happened and it’s all really a blur. Ryan ended up in jail because a group of crazy Christian cult people were protesting gay sex and he showed them his butthole. Then we kept trying to pick fights with them. Dancing at clubs and the locals didn’t like it. Good food. Motorcycles. Friends. Clark W. Griswold……… My camera wouldn’t work, so Me, Duane, and Bowles combined forces and all took photos will our phones. I can’t give a description with each photo because there are so many and so much confusion. That being said, In no particular order: