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Bike Bash 2002

I can't think of anything funny to say about this one except that Mark and Dave appear to be beating Schad off with a badmitten racket. He always has liked the rough stuff.

Here Rebecca Mann helps me concoct the vile swill, MOOSE PISS.

Yes folks, thats a big rubber penis Schad has in his mouth... people, does this finally settle the argument?... By the way look at the grip Lisa has on that thing. Is she singing into it? Not what we mean by "giving a hummer" babe.

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While most of us were prepared for another Bike Bash soaked to the bone with rain, few were prepared for the melee that occured on June 22. All seemed to be going smoothly until shortly after the MOOSE PISS began to flow. Then... the shit hit the fan. I can't say for sure what all happened, on account of I can't remember much, but after the dust cleared, several people received minor injuries (including Schad who dumped his bike and his cooler in the middle of Cass St.), squatters appeared in Rob's bedroom and refused to leave, Rob got busy, Jason Allen did his impression of a 350 lb Tackle and crushed an "innocent" bystander then passed out next to Master Dry Cleaners and got a ride home from Traverse City's finest. All this before sunset. Just so you know, the cops/ambulance were called THREE TIMES! What the fuck!? Rub some dirt on it and get back in the game!!! Here are some pictures of the fatefull day.

Yes thats Santa, he's drunk and surly.

The ladies of
"The Whore House"
They like good food, long walks on the beach and tricks that take showers before their appointments.

A churning cauldren of drunken lunacy and self delusion about to explode onto the streets of Traverse City.