Alas, the Dirt Burger cycling and camping gathering has come and gone. All that remains are hairy memories, a few unpaid citations, and nine photographs.
The 1975 Vanadu made an appearance.
Was trying to get the live band in this shot. Sort of got the fire, though.
This sign was a bit distasteful, but then I never was a big fan of the kid. Sign courtesy of @omgmrj.
This sign was a bit distasteful, but then I never was a big fan of the kid. Sign courtesy of @omgmrj.
There was a mean game of bucketball, which happened to decide the world champions, from which my right knee is still bruised and sore. The final score was something like awesome to less than awesome.
Linden showed off his newly finished customized Karate Monkey. Chops and braze-ons by Noren.
There was plenty of spills by most.
The riding was most excellent, despite the greasiness in some areas. Note that Decorah doesn't shut down the trails at the slightest bit of humidity; what an unusual trail philisophy: keep the trails open and people ride them.
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