Sho Ryders BBQ

It’s was a hot Saturday afternoon when we decided to roll. It was to be the first real road trip and yet the plans still weren’t finalized by the time we agreed we would roll. The Sho-Ryders of Tucson were having their annual dance/BBQ and it seemed like a good time to get out of town and enjoy a new scene for a bit. The plan was simple roll out with a small group on Saturday, meet up with the Ruff Ryders group somewhere along the line and then roll to the BBQ, from there everything was up in the air.

Will the 1^st part went off without any issues, other than tone trying some wheelies on the way out and coming close to loosing it before we even hit the road out, upon the 2^nd attempt followed a cut throat signal, no more wheelies for Tone.

The trip out was fun albeit hot, but not so hot as whenever we stopped, a few raced back and forth along the highway until an off duty LEO tried to keep up with group, flashing his badge to let us know what he was. Now that I think about it still kind of makes no sense as to why he kept doing it, we could have easily took off and left him guessing. Anyway we all kind of chilled from Casa Grande to Tucson, and right before the turn off to meet up with our Sho-Ryder escort we saw the trail of the Ruff Ryders and their bikes pulled over on the side of the road, and then realized that the off duty LEO probably called ahead to have someone stop who they thought was us. Of course the Ruff Ryders could’ve done something on their own to warrant being pulled over, but we’ll never know I guess.

When we finally got to the meeting spot to be escorted in, I realized I shouldn’t have worn the my Echo shirt which now looked like…well…like I’d been doing a 130mph and managed to hit every flying insect alive between Phoenix and Tucson. Jay then informed of us his lil clip-on trick as the majority tried to will arm, hand, and butt muscles to move. Everyone except for Jay, who’d filled his clip-on’s with caulking sealant to alleviate the road vibration. If I knew where a Wal-Mart was at the time I’d have been all over it, but I didn’t so life went on. The ride to the park was fairly uneventful, when we got to the spot and finally settled in I ran into Ryan, an old friend from high school, who heads up Cybertron Cycle Club down in Sierra Vista, and who happened to win “Best In Show- Street Bike”.

Good food, nice scenery, and good people, plus the fact that we were probably the largest group of un associated riders, meaning we weren’t in or our own club, that took home most of the raffle give a ways especially Phil, who at one point was told to go the fuck home by the dj. So we all had swag to bring home with us.

After the Q it was to the hotel, a Holiday Inn that will probably never have us again.

It’s been a minute since I’ve stayed at a hotel so it was kinda more of a vacation for me more than others. Everyone got settled and started their own pre-drink processes, including the passing of some obscenely harsh alcohol some Aussies who were by the pool offered to us. I have no idea what proof is t was but can only imagine it was something akin to moonshine, as the burn it left on my tongue persisted for a good ten minutes in my stomach after the shot and chaser were long gone. Unfortunately I had to keep drinking it, simply because there was nothing else around.

A few of us hit up the local Chop Stix for grub, where we learned Phil was the uninvited strangers who walked in on Becca when we first stopped into Tucson. That shit is still funny a week later.

We all headed out around 9pm to meet up with the hosts at their spot, 3^rd base, kicked it for a bit and then went on our own adventure to ICE. Don’t get me wrong, I ‘m all bout the Phoenix scene but ICE’s layout way out does any Phoenix club, good layout, good bar location, and good sound system. The 3 main downfalls,

1) They’re not in phoenix and based on that principle alone should not try and act or represent like they are, like charging $300 to get a group of 16 people in and then not comp’ing any kind of drink special when they see an additional 100+ bikes roll by, that are with the group, knowing full well we’ll out spend most of the people in the club.

2) The Dj kills his own floor, he had some good sets and on the fly extended mixes, but I never got the feel if I was in a house club or hip hop club, because every time he built it up, he’d kill whatever wave the floor was riding. That alone was fuckin with the buzz I was trying to attain, which leads to reason 3.

3) Weak ass drinks, they might as well turn it into a 18 and over club, the drinks were like Kool-aid even after killing shots and double Long Islands, 2 hrs in and nothing, but the need for sleep.

Even though we were in Tucson, some things remain the same, so we hit up Denny’s.

1) Kristen and Heff fell asleep at the table, and then Heff fell asleep in the bathroom

2) Wanne invaded the privacy of 2 girls sitting at another table

3) Nobody liked our waiter though Phil thought he deserved more than a $2 dollar tip from me.

4) Jay got lost…again

5) And the topper of all…Natalie, offered to show her vagina to any of those who were willing to view it, thus the phrase “ Would you like to see my vagina?” well be forever associated with Natalie

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