Yes, the Kawasaki goes to yet another Shovelhead party. Mama Tried is still losing spark at like 4k, I have given up after multiple parts swapping and I sent her to Daniel at Longbow Custom to figure out.
We made it. Texas Mark was all worried that I brought a new guy with me, Hyram.
Everyone seems to like Hyram's bike though.
The regular nice breeze off West Lake Crockett was more of a gale this year.
The usual folks doing the usual stuff.
Sam was doing what dogs do.
RIP. KentRRRR.
The end is near.... Pibb has got a smartphone now.
Liz's friend Kay was a great addition to the party.
"Hey Mark, tell me about that girl you met on Tinder." Vern.
"Wow." Vern.
"Where's Sam?"
Don rolls in with pizza and beer.
Please to meet ya.
"Don, where's the Lonestar?"
There were some motorcycles even.
"Hey Mark, tell me about that girl you met on Tinder, again" Vern.
I kept waiting on Wilks to say some smart ass shit, but I was sorely disappointed.
Into Bonham for a bite to eat. We highly recommend The Shepard Family Cafe, if you get out this way.
It ain't a Shovelhead party until something breaks. Hyram's neat sissybar wasn't quite up to the full on camping gear load and metal fatigue set in and lots of vibes later it broke. The wires that lit up the glass door knob grounded out and blew the fuse for the whole bike. And of course we didn't have spare fuses.
I helped a little bit with the repairs, but of course, I took some wildflower pictures, too, though.
We made it back to camp.
Hyrum fixed his sissy bar. If you can't fix it with bailing wire and electrical tape, then you ain't using enough.
You know Troy won't pass up a chance to fish either.
One of Brian's Shovelhead and Sarai's Twink.
Oh the beautiful clearwater creeks of Tennesee.
The impressive part of this one is the coveted No. 1 points cover is still riveted on and the factory electronic ignition is still firing the bike.
Julia won the fishing contest and got a shirt big enough to be a dress.
That goofball left his brand new camera in the pocket of his truck door and told everyone he lost it.
Of course my bike is not running right. It's cutting out at WOT like hitting a rev limiter. I had already tried main jets with no change. I figured a coil swap couldn't hurt. The coil I got from Trent didn't help the problem, but I am glad I swapped this before it fell off my bike.
Like he's never seen that before.
Ain't no party like a creek party.
Cory models and tests the oar we found yesterday.
There was a stone skipping seminar as well.
Who invited a Panhead?
Jethro is unamused.
Kevin is still ready for more.
This is my good friend Noah. He is one of two of my first marital arts instructors. He doesn't own a bike, but lives in Tennessee now. I invited him out to SpartaFest last year and he took right to the rest of our crew. So I invited him out again.
These ladies posed and not one chicken wing in the squad.
The lady on the right is Knucklebucket's sister. There seems to be an ongoing debate between the two on who is the retarded sibling.
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. . The usual suspects at the usual place.
. 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.
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.
Well, this little detour and stop did cost us some time. George Dickel Distillery near Tullahoma. Actually not that far from Jack Daniel's place, if you have time to do them both.
The tour ends with a tasting of course. I am fond of No. 12, drinks like a cognac in my opinion.
You guessed it, we about couldn't find the place and we set up camp in the dark.
Thursday morning, only the die hards around. The Things and their Knucklehead.
The campsite was pretty nice. There are several huge rallies held here.
Kentrrr was here, too. He's now retired and RVing full time.
It didn't rain on the campsite any though the weekend, but the morning dews were amazingly heavy
It's not Shovelfest unless George is cooking up a ton of breakfast.
And Brian won't turn down a meal.
Remember the Shovelfesters that aren't with us anymore. Rest in peace, Bevy.
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