Its that time of the week again ..............

"Its - get real close to a horse's bunghole day"............. I honestly have no idea how i ended up this close to a mules cornelius.

Then this ravenous bastardo tried to take a chunk out of my flannel ..........

First beach had epic liquid meat and my camera lens had a loose public hair on it.............. i must have a hole in my shorts !!

Heading to New York City for the Third Annual Brooklyn Invitational Custom Motorcycle show with New England's finest father and son salvage team - Mr Martini and Sons

This is the view from Toof's roof............ (note) i brought the public hair all the way from Rhode Island. He's having a brilliant time in NYC so far .........

Now it looks like the wee bugger of a hair is on some random roof .......... He' s blending in ...Looks like a TV antenna now !!

I have no idea what im taking a photo of here. I mustive seen something or someone. Im on some hangover Hitchcock Rear Window stuff . But i did notice the public hair is now resting on that geezers plant pot . Hahaha .........

Down below in Tooth and Damian's rehabilitation centre , 2/3rds of Pilgrim use every possible means and methods to regain normalness and basic human motorskills....... Lads went huge the night before.....

At one point i found JohnRossi (one word) up on the roof counting bee's.......... Tooth brought the entire crew back to life with his fantastic breakfast sandwiches from his middle ages iron skillet ............

The heavy metal rehab centre these guys are running in Brooklyn is top notches.........

After Tooth's 24hr diner I met up with Lou Diamond Phillips's dad and walked down to the motorcycle show. By mid afternoon i still felt i had someone elses body and my tongue was made of sand.

Brookyln Invitational Number Tres coming up..........