BMR Day One! S.N.A.F.U. And That’s The Way We Roll!

So, we set out a day early because in the past two years we have let down the host of our kick-off party in Taylorsville, Wanye, the owner of Wicked Willy Choppers. This year we’d do half the trip the first day, half the second, no problem right? Well, if you know anything about our luck, the shit hit the fan at the first real stop. We were meeting Zach, Matt and a bunch of the West Virginia crew in Clarksburg an there we found break down number one. In spit of Mail Man’s week long preparations for this event, his primary chain and adjuster shit the bed. Luckily the good folks at Twisted Spoke brought us in and fixed him right up so no big deal.

No if you will notice in the picture above, the Ticket To Ride is one the street and not in the bed of the chase truck where it started the day. That was the plan, to haul it over all the bullshit highway miles and ride it through the mountains. This is where break down number two came in, the F’n run truck shit the transmission. We sent the group ahead and stayed for tipple A, who flat beaded it out and we even got a second truck dispatched from World HQ but there was no way I was leaving the Ticket to chance so I pulled her outta the truck and rode it for the next hundred miles. Before I get beat up, it’s still kinda fresh and I didn’t want to just hammer it over the super slab.

Anyway, we’re all held up in a little roach motel and in the morning we should have enough time to get to Wicked Willy’s before anyone notices what a bitch of a day we had. Till then, keep it tight!