from the dragon run. no, there was no way to photograph the road itself, too too bad.
left to right, top to bottom:
32, gobshite tom, sean, tree of shame at night;
me on phil's hawk (in pants no less! once in a lifetime pic, there!), over
ADD tom, sean, phil, and 32 beside scott's headset on tree of shame;
me, a pile of the bikes outside the motel, gobsite tom (without his shirt
this time), brad from baltimore with his scareabo, and unkie phil the chef
in the bottom right corner. that spatula he's weilding was actually the reflective
bit from a taillight clasped by somebody's grimy pliers. I ate a salad.
ha!