Posin', Ridin', That was one He11 of a Banquet! Oh yeah can't forget the liver testing.
The Posin'
Well, I'm ashamed of myself. Found out I may be a Closet Poser. Can't say that I really wanted to get up at 6:30 to hit the roof for picture posin' Sat. I just wanted to ride. Scar and Andrew were right on top of the situation and made short work of it and we were off to do some more posin' for Rick Clemson's lens on the Truck Route below Virginia City. Dam, I had a blast running up and down that twisty sucka'. Rick got fantastic shots of everyone. Reminded me of the Bay Area Riders rippin' up and down Skaggs Springs Rd. in Sonoma.
The Ridin'
Kento Moto wanted to put some more smiles on his two wheeler and plotted a route up Monitor Pass for lunch at the deli in MarkleeVille with CCBusa05. About 10 of us braved the Tar Snakes and dined at the deli. Can't remember all the names, but Kento flagged us by and Carl seized the lead. Apparently, unaffected by the snakes that were hissing and intimidating some of the others with their slippin and slidin' tricks. He took off like a shot and he set a brisk pace the entire way. He can ride, absolutely enjoyed ridin' with you Carl, and the rest CCBusa05, UR IT, Max, Jim, Si Lo, sorry can remember the rest, lost a few brain cells during the liver test.
We made it to about 3 or 4 miles from the turn to Markleyville when he slowed down wondering about the rest pack. Knowing the road I flew on by and had a near Busa Bustin' encounter with the rear bumper of a Fire Rig. My velocity may have been a tad too elevated when I rounded a right and found this beast of a truck moving at no more than 2 mph between me and the next left. Man am I glad I had upgraded my binders to EBC Double H's a few days prior. They bite much harder than the OEM's and saved me a mouthful of metal for sure. My rear was so light it locked, was wishing Bosshound's 950 pound back pack was back on board at that moment. That 2 CT was screaming and flapping back and forth like a flag in the wind. A little less brake in the rear and another finger on the front lever drug Masago to stop less than 6 feet from a problem. I don't think the OEM pads could have done it. So close I had to catch my breath before daring to go around.
The rest of the pack formed up at the stop and we continued on to the deli. A better road but populated by idiot cagers. What that SUV bonehead was doing I'll never know. Seemed to me he was trying his best to imitate that Fire Rigs tactic slow and no go then go and slow. The Deli was tasty as is the norm. We cooled off and re-hydrated on the patio, told some lies and scrapped the plan to make a run up Ebbits Pass as it was getting to late to make the Banquet. The return to Reno was uneventful.
One He11 of a Banquet.
Scar put on a First Class event. That dinner was unbelievable. Tri Tip, Chilli Rellenos, a Craver slicing off whatever you wanted, rice, salad, beans all the fixin'. To say it was fantastic is an understatement. The Peppermill Staff was right there making sure everything was absolutely perfect and it was.
Steve from Suzuki spoke as did Warchild and the Captain put it all in perspective with his words. Thanks Cap, I needed that, I had been getting too uptight with the .Org lately. Scar rounded up Suzuki to be there and provide prizes, as well as many other great sponsors, ASV, GPR, HotBodies, Pitbull, Pipercross he gave away a truckload of stuff. It was awesome.
Thanks, Scar, Andrew and the local NV riders, Doyle, CCBusa05 and Pacemaster. You guys are the best and you made it a Premier Event.
The Liver Test.
On the way out of the Banquet Boss and I stumbled across a Bar a scant few yards from the Banquet Room. We exercised our elbows lifting Mai Tai's and various other concoctions. I had to kick an old woman with an oxygen bottle outta the place so Boss had a place to sit. Anything for you buddy (except my Razor, I feel so violated). As the Bartender advised me cigarettes were ok and my cigar was not we relocated after "a few". We picked up ChevlleSteve along the way. Steve was in need of a place to crash before his early departure with LCB he took us up on the offer of the floor of our room. Hope she reports back on his condition when he showed up. I'm betting if his bike wasn't already on the trailer she would have left him there with it.
The three of us spent some time at the slip and slide bar. The stool seats are angled in such a manner as you can't stay in the seat unless you wedge your knees against the bar. Yeah I probably could not have stayed on it anyway at that point, but I slid out when I was sober as well. We sat there Sippin', Slanderin' and Smokin' (SSS) until the Tender closed up shop and set us in search of a few more shots of Patron Silver. They were found, "many" in fact as well as women of questionable morals in the Pit Bar, as Boss called it as he staggered in.
We continued the SSS session to live music rockin' with the Melissa Dru Band. We watched as a young woman proposed and instant marriage to her boyfriend on the spot, only to be turned down and shamed him with to straw poll at the bar. The vote was overwhelming in favor of him accepting, no not drunk enough. Steve's charm attracted the attention of a few of the ladies. Some married, some not, husbands at the other end to the bar not caring that the wives were in his lap.
Even Boss got some action, yeah hard to believe but I got pictures to prove it. Another "LADY" chewed on Steve's ear most of the night. Her boyfriend/pimp? got up and walked out as soon as we sat down. She tried for hours to persuade Steve to follow her out to the parking lot. He was having know part of it, not drunk enough. Pimp daddy shows up again, snaps his fingers and she gone in an instant, only to return shortly later to have a second go at Steve. He's thinking if she get him to the parking lot her pimp daddy is waitin' to hit him on the head and be off with his wallet. Good call Steve.
I called her over to find out what her story was. Turns out she was just in need of a ride home and pimp daddy was just some mean guy that she gave 60 bucks to for a ride and now he wouldn't take her home. I declined her request for a ride and called her on her scam. She said fine, she was leaving then, as no one was stopping her after several announcements of her departure she disappeared for good. Maybe she was going to walk home or go seek a ride else where.
The band was played out at 4:30. Steve had a ride to catch so there was no need to crash on the floor. Boss and I wished him luck in his job search in NH and he departed to find Lisa. Boss and I still needed a few more for some reason and had a few laughs with a local, Brian who had watched me run off Steves leach. Obviously a street guy with a keen eye and funny as He11. Well at least in our altered state. He chased off another "lady" and Boss and I decided it was breakfast time.
Since Boss was paying I invited Brian along. Besides we couldn't have found the coffee shop without him. It was steak and eggs all around, thanks Boss. The lies never stopped. Never would have guessed Brian's Bro who was passed out somewhere was an outcast Gambino Family member. Banned from all the casinos and framed for arson in Carmicheal, that's Sac Town. They don't usually kill but if they found the fool that set him up...........well an exception would be made.
Brain was thankful for Boss's generosity and I was ready for some sleep after all it was 6 am. I think it was at that point I decided I was not going to make it to the Busa Lot for the 8:30 ride with Lamb and company. Sorry guys hope I didn't hang you up too long, really wanted to ride. Was some what shaky Boss finally convinced my to Slab it home. No twisties, I got dizzy on the transition ramp to I 80, straight roads-good no make the head hurt.
Slid outta the bed into the shower a few hours later, just in time to get collected and checked out minutes before the deadline.
Boss lost his key but found it under the bed somehow. Good thing, I hauled his 1000 pound back pack up, no frickin' way he was riding biatch on the way home. There are limits after all. Put up with him stealin' my razor, using my tooth paste and refusing to put the cap back on. But, ridin' biatch no way, not even if he wasn't wearing those pink chaps he's so fond of.
The Results
My liver is better than Boss's even though I don't have as much practice I can out drink him and out ride him even loaded with 1200 pounds of his crap. I don't know what was in there that weighed so much, a shirt, pants and an empty bottle of aftershave? No tooth paste or razor?
WTF? 
Boss well he's the chick magnet, I'll have to give him that, got the pics to prove it.
It was a great weekend thanks to Scar and Friends, thanks all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Posin'
Well, I'm ashamed of myself. Found out I may be a Closet Poser. Can't say that I really wanted to get up at 6:30 to hit the roof for picture posin' Sat. I just wanted to ride. Scar and Andrew were right on top of the situation and made short work of it and we were off to do some more posin' for Rick Clemson's lens on the Truck Route below Virginia City. Dam, I had a blast running up and down that twisty sucka'. Rick got fantastic shots of everyone. Reminded me of the Bay Area Riders rippin' up and down Skaggs Springs Rd. in Sonoma.
The Ridin'
Kento Moto wanted to put some more smiles on his two wheeler and plotted a route up Monitor Pass for lunch at the deli in MarkleeVille with CCBusa05. About 10 of us braved the Tar Snakes and dined at the deli. Can't remember all the names, but Kento flagged us by and Carl seized the lead. Apparently, unaffected by the snakes that were hissing and intimidating some of the others with their slippin and slidin' tricks. He took off like a shot and he set a brisk pace the entire way. He can ride, absolutely enjoyed ridin' with you Carl, and the rest CCBusa05, UR IT, Max, Jim, Si Lo, sorry can remember the rest, lost a few brain cells during the liver test.
We made it to about 3 or 4 miles from the turn to Markleyville when he slowed down wondering about the rest pack. Knowing the road I flew on by and had a near Busa Bustin' encounter with the rear bumper of a Fire Rig. My velocity may have been a tad too elevated when I rounded a right and found this beast of a truck moving at no more than 2 mph between me and the next left. Man am I glad I had upgraded my binders to EBC Double H's a few days prior. They bite much harder than the OEM's and saved me a mouthful of metal for sure. My rear was so light it locked, was wishing Bosshound's 950 pound back pack was back on board at that moment. That 2 CT was screaming and flapping back and forth like a flag in the wind. A little less brake in the rear and another finger on the front lever drug Masago to stop less than 6 feet from a problem. I don't think the OEM pads could have done it. So close I had to catch my breath before daring to go around.
The rest of the pack formed up at the stop and we continued on to the deli. A better road but populated by idiot cagers. What that SUV bonehead was doing I'll never know. Seemed to me he was trying his best to imitate that Fire Rigs tactic slow and no go then go and slow. The Deli was tasty as is the norm. We cooled off and re-hydrated on the patio, told some lies and scrapped the plan to make a run up Ebbits Pass as it was getting to late to make the Banquet. The return to Reno was uneventful.
One He11 of a Banquet.
Scar put on a First Class event. That dinner was unbelievable. Tri Tip, Chilli Rellenos, a Craver slicing off whatever you wanted, rice, salad, beans all the fixin'. To say it was fantastic is an understatement. The Peppermill Staff was right there making sure everything was absolutely perfect and it was.
Steve from Suzuki spoke as did Warchild and the Captain put it all in perspective with his words. Thanks Cap, I needed that, I had been getting too uptight with the .Org lately. Scar rounded up Suzuki to be there and provide prizes, as well as many other great sponsors, ASV, GPR, HotBodies, Pitbull, Pipercross he gave away a truckload of stuff. It was awesome.
Thanks, Scar, Andrew and the local NV riders, Doyle, CCBusa05 and Pacemaster. You guys are the best and you made it a Premier Event.
The Liver Test.
On the way out of the Banquet Boss and I stumbled across a Bar a scant few yards from the Banquet Room. We exercised our elbows lifting Mai Tai's and various other concoctions. I had to kick an old woman with an oxygen bottle outta the place so Boss had a place to sit. Anything for you buddy (except my Razor, I feel so violated). As the Bartender advised me cigarettes were ok and my cigar was not we relocated after "a few". We picked up ChevlleSteve along the way. Steve was in need of a place to crash before his early departure with LCB he took us up on the offer of the floor of our room. Hope she reports back on his condition when he showed up. I'm betting if his bike wasn't already on the trailer she would have left him there with it.
The three of us spent some time at the slip and slide bar. The stool seats are angled in such a manner as you can't stay in the seat unless you wedge your knees against the bar. Yeah I probably could not have stayed on it anyway at that point, but I slid out when I was sober as well. We sat there Sippin', Slanderin' and Smokin' (SSS) until the Tender closed up shop and set us in search of a few more shots of Patron Silver. They were found, "many" in fact as well as women of questionable morals in the Pit Bar, as Boss called it as he staggered in.
We continued the SSS session to live music rockin' with the Melissa Dru Band. We watched as a young woman proposed and instant marriage to her boyfriend on the spot, only to be turned down and shamed him with to straw poll at the bar. The vote was overwhelming in favor of him accepting, no not drunk enough. Steve's charm attracted the attention of a few of the ladies. Some married, some not, husbands at the other end to the bar not caring that the wives were in his lap.
Even Boss got some action, yeah hard to believe but I got pictures to prove it. Another "LADY" chewed on Steve's ear most of the night. Her boyfriend/pimp? got up and walked out as soon as we sat down. She tried for hours to persuade Steve to follow her out to the parking lot. He was having know part of it, not drunk enough. Pimp daddy shows up again, snaps his fingers and she gone in an instant, only to return shortly later to have a second go at Steve. He's thinking if she get him to the parking lot her pimp daddy is waitin' to hit him on the head and be off with his wallet. Good call Steve. I called her over to find out what her story was. Turns out she was just in need of a ride home and pimp daddy was just some mean guy that she gave 60 bucks to for a ride and now he wouldn't take her home. I declined her request for a ride and called her on her scam. She said fine, she was leaving then, as no one was stopping her after several announcements of her departure she disappeared for good. Maybe she was going to walk home or go seek a ride else where.
The band was played out at 4:30. Steve had a ride to catch so there was no need to crash on the floor. Boss and I wished him luck in his job search in NH and he departed to find Lisa. Boss and I still needed a few more for some reason and had a few laughs with a local, Brian who had watched me run off Steves leach. Obviously a street guy with a keen eye and funny as He11. Well at least in our altered state. He chased off another "lady" and Boss and I decided it was breakfast time.
Since Boss was paying I invited Brian along.
Besides we couldn't have found the coffee shop without him. It was steak and eggs all around, thanks Boss. The lies never stopped. Never would have guessed Brian's Bro who was passed out somewhere was an outcast Gambino Family member. Banned from all the casinos and framed for arson in Carmicheal, that's Sac Town. They don't usually kill but if they found the fool that set him up...........well an exception would be made. Brain was thankful for Boss's generosity and I was ready for some sleep after all it was 6 am. I think it was at that point I decided I was not going to make it to the Busa Lot for the 8:30 ride with Lamb and company. Sorry guys hope I didn't hang you up too long, really wanted to ride. Was some what shaky Boss finally convinced my to Slab it home. No twisties, I got dizzy on the transition ramp to I 80, straight roads-good no make the head hurt.
Slid outta the bed into the shower a few hours later, just in time to get collected and checked out minutes before the deadline. Boss lost his key but found it under the bed somehow. Good thing, I hauled his 1000 pound back pack up, no frickin' way he was riding biatch on the way home. There are limits after all. Put up with him stealin' my razor, using my tooth paste and refusing to put the cap back on. But, ridin' biatch no way, not even if he wasn't wearing those pink chaps he's so fond of.
The Results
My liver is better than Boss's even though I don't have as much practice I can out drink him and out ride him even loaded with 1200 pounds of his crap. I don't know what was in there that weighed so much, a shirt, pants and an empty bottle of aftershave? No tooth paste or razor?
WTF? Boss well he's the chick magnet, I'll have to give him that, got the pics to prove it.
It was a great weekend thanks to Scar and Friends, thanks all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
