If I broke my f^&k!ng ribs…

Staus: Posse

Riders: Fatty, MW , Tulip and Blade

If I broke my ribs, I am going to pissed. Seriously. Well, the truth is, I can’t be too mad right now. It hurts to breath.

Sunday brought some decent weather, some mediocore riders and Fatleg, to Schaeffer Farms. Grey skies and colder than usual temps didnt hold this crew back (…we may have whined a little).

Cameras were in full use. Actually, it might have been obscene. Obnoxious. Grotesque. Lewd, even. Such crass disregard for photo decency was displayed.

But with such tabloid-style antics, you are bound to capture something truly worthwhile. And I present to you, in photo form, why this post is titled what it is.

Starting off ok:

Uh.. Uh… :

Houston, we have a problem:

And crash!

As always, you can find the full story at flickr

Till tomorrow.

-fatty