Smoke Out 11 has come and gone. A guaranteed great time year after year. Bikes, hot chicks, alcohol, and bad behavior. Most importantly, the quality people. And no, not 'quality' like people that go to church and listen to Rush Limbaugh. The quality kind of humans that know how to have real fun with no regrets. Here's a few pics of them.
And for the 100th time, if you claim to care anything about choppers but have never made it to at least one Smoke Out, you're just a fucking pussy and a poser. And save your lame ass excuses. I rode with a bunch of guys over 3000 miles to New Mexico and back, and even the shitty parts of the trip were great.
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