Biker Trash

Here are a few pictures of me and my high school friends. Since we graduated it's become increasingly difficult to keep in touch. However, we still manage to get together at least once a year and do something stupid.

"Put down the guns!"
"Step away from the guns!"

Anyway, this summer we scrounged together enough people to crash my Aunt's house and go to Motorcycle Weekend in Laconia NH. To put you in the correct mood, (it's important to be in the correct mood to view these pictures) here is the invite Dave sent out:

Hey Hey,

It's that time again! Time to initiate summer with the roaring of
engines and the belching of beer. That's right, race fans, it's
motorcycle weekend! Paul's aunt has graciously extended an invitation
to Paul and his closest friends to stay at her house on lake
Winna-pu-whatever this weekend to drink in the sights and sounds of the
area's priemminent white trash event. You'll recall that the highlights
of last years motorcycle weekend were the consumption of much alcohol,
the flashing of saggy, tatooed, pasty-white, breasts, and a sighting of
the largest bald man ever seen in a bikini swim suit. So who's man
enough to join us?

RSVP before Wednesday, Suckers.


Motorcycle Weekend

Who's the stud in the tank-top?

Motorcycle Weekend

Dave obliges just to shut up Rob.

Motorcycle Weekend

How did that go again?

Motorcycle Weekend