12 Pair of Wheels....

So over the last week, I had high hopes of getting some work done. Those dreams were crushed (thankfully) when I got this phone call. Damon was in town. He and friends rode their bike for 3+ weeks and were in Taos, where a friend was taken out by a flying dead dog that was hit by a car. After a little hospital time and some brewskies, I picked em up.Some beer in bottles and kegs were drained. Some shisha smoked. Grand tales of the phenomenal were told. The Klein was rebuilt, if not frankensteined and doors modified and replaced on the flunder. Hangovers were free of charge.