beartooth rally

so i got a call from chris on friday afternoon asking if i wanted to go camping; sure why not. 150 miles east and southeast we find ourselves at a splendid little get-together known as the Beartooth Rally. as far as i could see, there was a minimum of silly "bad-ass wannabes" and a whole lot of nice folks around.   

 once off the super-slab... we may have gone down the wrong road.

 back on track

 ballin'. that blue thing is chris wrapped up in his tarp.

 and the only mechanical failure was a rouge seat spring.