So I jumped on the dirt bike and rode 120 miles north to Algona for the 26th Annual Freedom Rally for a night of drinks. My plan was to take dirt roads all the way there. After about an hour of that I said fuck it, and jumped on two laners. Not knowing gas stops, having my camera around my neck, and not knowing which way was north at times contributed. Once on the pavement, very quickly I was wishing that I would have road the chopper. I can honestly say I am not used to riding the speed limit. Top speed on the XR was around 75-80, and sounding like it could blow at any second.
The party was in full tilt. Naked people, wrecks in gravel, fights, leather vests, mandannas, fire, Uriah Heep, and friends....At 4 am I was alerted from a drunkin pass out to hundreds of Harleys bouncing off the rev limiters....Fuckers.
Absolutely lawless. It is probably one of the few partys left that run it like this.
Cheers & Happy 4th.
1 comment:
It's a good one.
They didn't like us in Humbolt.
Nize pics!
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