Thirtytwo Teeth Crew 940

If you’re like me, and I know you are, you like a good bike camp.

This past weekend’s was no exception, except for one exception.  We had an obsene amount of us go this time.  There was me, go:ahead, J.W., Devin, and Devin’s brother-in-law, Scotty.

Lest you forget, Scotty arrived first at my house on his mountain bike with all 57 lbs. of his gear in a backpack, including, of course, 64 ounces of bloody mary… pre-mixed.

First we left at 2-ish and rode to get our burritos, but not after J.W. nearly getting arrested for running a stop sign through the UNT marching band during the homecoming parade.  After burrito grabbin’, we ran by the Midway for supplies.  Then it was on to J&J’s for a Lonestar.  Meanwhile, Scotty had a moment of weakness/genius and decided to go buy a goddam rack at Denton Bicycle.  By 4 o’clock or so, we were heading out.

On the way, I snapped exactly six pictures.

Here’s Devin looking like himself:

Here’s Little Jon looking like he’s ready for us to buy him a beer:

And here are both J.W. and Devin discussing Little Jon’s urinary practices:

The rest is an undocumented blur.

Best bike camp ever.

xoxo,

Johnny