Saturday, May 27, 2017
Iron Mountain Cemetery.
Grandma & Aunt Pat showed up & I told Grandma to say cheeseburger. Mooning for the camera.
We were able to get everything done & made it back before the storms hit. I was drinking a cold one at the parents house when it started to sprinkle. I took off, trying to beat the rain (because I had all my implements of destruction) in the back of the truck. I would have made it, except I got behind one after another dumb asses, who were either buzzed (I know at least two were) or simply stupid. So...I got poured on before I made the garage. Didn't hurt anything though, actually cleaned them off which wasn't a bad thing.
This is me taking a picture of them, as I was coming from behind a tree with my own roll I had stashed behind the seat.