Salt Life.

Critter Ass Russia.

Chomplobbler.

This bad mother fucker runs on bean-less canned chili. It has to.

Bro....

  You smell like cocoa butter dawg.

And if Ape Knuckles was a spray-tanning, clubbing, Jersey Shore-ed out bro......

He'd look like that dude.

Salt Life.

We went to the beach and partied. Did lots of ocean exploring, boozing, and riding around. Didn't leave the house too much because it was right on the water, and it was big and badass. I think this may turn into a yearly tradition. There's nothing like really taking a vacation. Not going out of town and talking to like minded chopper folk about chopper shit and the chopper way of life...... but going out of town on your bike, with your friends, with absolutely no plans and nothing to do.

Right Near Da Beach.

So we've decided to go and explore the Gulf of Mexico. Beach critters. Get loose and don't do shit for a few days. Tune out and find that Jimmy Buffet-ish margarita tiki bar. Figure out a way to make a jet ski or sail boat. Try not to go to jail. Get a pooka shell necklace and henna tattoo. There will be no blog-o-rama attention for a few days, so here's some photos that Devin shot of a BBQ at the Dojo.

Beach Bods.

Boozer and his chick took an island vacation.

Right Near Da Beach.

We're going to the beach soon. I'm stoked. I'm going to hit up all the Jimmy Buffet bars.

Booty Beach.

Bringing the hood to the coast. That's what's up. This is how Team Haints is going to pose for pictures from now on.

Here To Party.

I don't really know how to explain this.

Let's go to the beach.

On Saturday morning, myself, J Body, and Brandon headed towards the Gulf Of Mexico. I think we were there and back in a matter of 36 hours. The main reason we went was for Brandon to dial in his freshly built bike before he heads in the direction of Born Free. The other reason was that some of our chicks had been at the beach since the day before, so we would have a place to sleep for the night. We left Birmingham headed West, and came back headed North. Just a giant loop taking small roads that said South until we reached the ocean, and heading East through parts of Florida into roads that we had never been on during the ride back. All of the bikes ran smoothly, just some minor adjustments needed here and there. Lost a few parts and articles of clothing, but we made it home which makes the trip a success. Like I said, it was all riding so here is a mess of randomness from our weekend's super loop.

I got some bars from Andy at Pangea Speed and they are the best bars I've ever had for putting serious miles on my bike. I think they look pretty G on my Sportster too. Thanks, my man.

Brandon found out his gas mileage the hard way. But when you realize that your key had fallen out of your ignition (beats us how that happened) somewhere on the road, it adds to the fun.

Meth leads to baseball.

Next time the beach may be actually fun to hang out at and get wasted and not have to do shit and stay for a few days, but until we plan that trip I guess this will hold us over. Born Free bound on Friday and I have a lot of shit to get done.