Shovelfest IX: Thursday Part 3

Holding down the campsite.



Of course, Huckster is always encouraging folks to Stand Tall And Guzzle.



I obliged him. And we enjoyed Sophisticated Taste Among Gentlemen.



I honestly can't figure out which part of this picture is actually the straight part.



So Hounddog and I made a wager at SpartanFest last year.  The winner would get one cold beer in a clean glass and three you-daddy's from the loser. I won. Kenny paid out with the skinniest beer in a glass and quietest you-daddy's in the history of gentlemen's wagers.



But boy that beer was cold and refreshing.



Huckster working his selfie game on my camera.



Vern doing his thang.



More hardcore camping.



I was not doing Jaime any favors filming this. The Troublemaker causes trouble.



Vern had some advice that he didn't take or didn't work. I don't remember.



I don't think it lit off for Andy either.



Moonrise in the mountains.



Ebert Coats(Bevy's dad), Tom, and Jeff.

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The usual suspects at the usual place.

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Remembering the people that aren't with us any more.



Most folks don't know it, but Cory is a model for the JCPenney's catalog.



See how good he is. It's almost automatic.



Tennessee Rick and Ms. Deb.



BEACH BALL SIZED LADY NUTS.


The Hounddog was off of the chain.



Sleepy and Michael.



George, Andy, and the Queen.



Watching the show.



I don't think Kevin and Steve believe a word coming out of Michael's mouth.



The face you make when someone secretly switches STAG for your PBR.



"Yeah, so I just threw it all overboard."

Shovelfest IX: Thursday Part 2

I hadn't really planned on it, but there we were, not far from Highway 129 The Dragon. I had heard a bunch of stories of overcrowding and better roads to be found, but why not, it's a Thursday and what else were we going to do? So we rode it like a bunch of tourists.


It wasn't too crowded. There were a couple of slow bikes keeping us in a parade, but there were plenty of turn offs. The slow ones should have used those. I turned off a few times just to wait for the rode to open up a bit.

And like a true tourist, I bought a picture from 129slayer.com.



And one from Killboy.com.



Another glamor shot.


Tennessee is beautiful. This is my fourth time to visit Tennessee, and I do enjoy it.







This is the only thing worth looking at and the only bike at the Dragon's Tail Harley Dealer(?)/Boutique/T-Shirt Shop.


Lunch at the Dragon's Pit Bar-b-que.


Back to camp. Speaking of Harley T-shirts, the MoCo put out these tie dye shirts with Shovelhead 1966-1984. I think every dirty hippie in camp had one from there local dealer or some far off location.



Tom, Sleepy, Julia, Huckster, and Greg.



Mike and Pibb.




Pibb cleaning the one lens he uses.

They say Panhead Fred is everywhere.



The SilverBullet's new ride.


Kelly cooking burgers.


KevJer's mighty steed.


Tim trying to get some cell phone service. Good luck on that.


Chillin' in the bar.




Paul, that made you look stuff is ghey. Ernie and Kentrr agree.



Sleepy and Greg inspect the raffle smoker.



Racer Jim's FLH is super nice.


Dennis, Hounddog, George, and Jaime.


I don't recall whose Softail this is, but it looked showroom new.





The TimeKeeper.


Tennessee Rick's bike.