The Fücker Chopper Fest, as it turned out, was only another destination on this week long chopper camp trip. It blew my mind that the day after the party, there were still almost 20 guys that were continuing on, and not heading home.
But we're difinetly guilty of this ourselves: riding for hundreds of miles to a party, partying our asses off, and then riding back the very next day, not enjoying anything on the way home, just so we can all go back to work the next day. Work is for jerks!
And so, this group headed off to Corners house for a night, and got to check out his amazing place. Tomorrow's destination: "further south west than we are right now". Not a bad plan!
Bikes in front of Ghetto Choppers
Beer break, Rickard
Sebastian and Andy
Next morning kick off
Notice the slick!!! Mäktigt!
Andy and Wolf. Tripping out
Alcohol purchase and rain delay. While drying out at a nearby gas station, and realizing our initial destination for the day was not going to happen, a guy pulled up in his van, started talking bikes, and then invited all of us to his house, about 30km away, to camp.