Shopnight and photo dump!

   Looks like shopnight is in full swing again. Finally. I showed up early and took apart my carb apart a million times. Rode up and down the the block a million times to match. My good buddy Timmo is a fuckin wizard and helped me dial my carb..again. (Thanks dawg!) We have this damn mikuni about as close as we can get it.
   A shit ton of the homeboys showed up, including Mr. Dave Kafton, who was quickly put to work. It's hard to NOT ask him questions because, he's so damn knowledgeable.
   Timmo manned the grill and did a damn fine job! Chicken, sausage, tri tip, you name it. We ate, we drank, took care of some gardening, a good night hanging with the boys.
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Sunday ride!

   Sunday ride!! Fuck yeah, it's been a while since we've done this.. Willie hit me up Saturday inquiring about some slow miles, we're both on the same break in plan. Willie's motor was ALSO just completed by the wizard, Dave Kafton. Awesome. I obliged Willie's request and rounded up Timmo and Jamey. Meet at the shop at 830. No problem.
   Sunday morning comes and I kick the living fuck out of my bike. Won't start. Winded, sweaty, and defeated, I gave her one last weak kneed kick. The fucker roars to life. Already behind schedule, I climbed aboard and tore ass up the street to meet Willie. I reached the rendezvous point just in time to see Willie neck down a home run pie. He hops on his chopper and we're off to the shop. America!
   We arrive at the shop just before Timmo and Papa. We figured out a destination that started with a shitload of "where should we go's". Delta loop. Always a nice ride. Papa led the way and we set sail west.
   First stop: Al the Wop's. A couple of pints got the motor primed and we headed to our next destination: Foster's Big Horn. A couple more frosty beverages, an order of fries, fuck yeah, I'm set.
   We made our way home down the luxuriously smooth, highway 12. Ok..highway 12 isn't luxurious or smooth. Especially on a rigid. I ducked and dodged and still caught a few gut busters. Whatever.
   Willie and I split off at I-5 while Timmo and Jamey headed on into lodi. A short, slow trek on the freeway and I made my destination. Willie continued solo into Manteca.
   A fuckin awesome ride, 70 or so miles of break in down. Hanging out with good friends. Beer. What's not to love??
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Photo dump from Saturday!

   A few pics sent to me from the boys. Enjoy!
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Dave's celebration of life!

   This past Saturday was bittersweet. The celebration of the life of Dave Nunez took place. A beautiful afternoon and a beautiful setting.
   Before the gathering, myself and a bunch of the shopnight guys banded together for our own celebration, the way we know Dave would've liked. A pack of bikes and a couple of bar stops. Just like old times. It was the shovelhead's maiden voyage, one I'll never forget. We drank and shared some laughs, drank bud lights in Dave's honor.
   After many a pint, we headed to the celebration to find tons of friends and family, people who loved Dave as much as we do. Tons of food, tons of drink. It was awesome to see everyone. Folks from here and there, most of whom I've never met before, we all shared a common bond.
   Upon our departure, a request came in for a burnout. Pretty eyes obliged this request, leaving a massive, billowing cloud of white smoke. Fuck. Yes. We exchanged hugs and goodbyes, and tore ass back to the shop.
   Upon arrival at the shop, the celebration continued. Drinking, laughing, and shit talking ensued. Pretty eyes did his best to finish off his tire, one lone wheelie was had. Good times with great friends.
   We mourned the loss of a great friend, and celebrated the life
of a true brother. Our brotherhood is now minus one, however, he is gone, but not forgotten.
Rest in peace Dave.
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