I ran across a few pics on the Facebox of a couple of the new bridges.
This was the one that took out the first rider of the day. Melinda made a point to tell me she rode it twice.
After the sun went down the lights came on, prizes were handed out and a few bands played well into the night.
Stolen Sheep, John Baker, aka (Mr. Hill of Truth) on drums.
Big Bad Oven
The Wild Gifts
Stuff was burned
This one was new on me but impressive, old water heaters used as fire pits. Very cool
After few adult beverages, Rick decided it was time to ride again and he grabbed someone else's bike. A monster bike built from 2 Wal-Mart specials. One frame was a full squish, put on backwards and used as the fork. Needless to say it was tough to get moving and steer, but that could have been the Fat Tire talking.
I hate to say it but we missed most of the late night shenanigans, we called it an early night. We had about a 20 minute drive to the hotel and I didn't want to get into trouble on the way. Unfortunately the only hotel or should I say motel in Knoxville that doesn't discriminate against larger dogs, wasn't the nicest of places. Since when do bigger dogs cause more problems than small dogs? Just because we don't carry our dogs in Melinda's purse doesn't mean we can't stay in a nicer place.
I think we were the minority but most were pretty friendly. The clerk at the front desk advised against leaving any valuables in the car, I took that as our bikes and rolled them into the room, mud and all. Melinda made the comment that we should have camped. How many women do you know that say stuff like that? Next year we probably will.