Zig and Jack's Excellent Adventure, Part 2

Today we have a guest blogger. Zig sent up some more pics from his current TotD adventure and one of the ladies from their group sent me some narrations to go with the pics. I found these narrations to be rather humorous and figured it would save time to use them. Especially since my work load is pretty heavy today…er…not that I’m blogging from work. That would be an unacceptable use of company resources...

So without further ado, here are more pics, narrated by Shannon…

This is Bob. Bob did not drink all that beer..but he tried. He's the local celebrity around here....but has no tail. Poor Bob with no tail. No wonder he wants to drink all this beer.
Jack is back. He's such a great friend....drinking my beer....wait a minute...that's my beer....what a f'g bad, bad friend!!
John, Ziggy and Doc. All traded in the big bikes for a new ride!!
Where the hell is Ziggy NOW! Another pee break.
Very hot out today....needed a drink from the dragon at the smoky mountain harley davidson dealer...
My new home away from home!
Do i have to explain???
Portable beer pong table.
Jack & I were leaving Big Daddy's after a few rounds of beer pong. trying to escape with the table....we were chased by Tellico's finest.

On our way to a lineup and the big house!

Although now loving the sweet and creamy p-butter treatment, jack looks longinly towards freedom.

After a tricky exit thru the bars, we made our escape.
Great scenery....found some great falls off the cherohola highway.

Wow....those are big balls....i mean falls... (Editor's note; it's hard to make out in the pic, but those circles are highlighting people standing on either side. The falls are actually that big!)

Well another set of big balls....
Gotta tape those up with some duct tape
This is our own wall of shame....see the pants....wall of shame.....

And there you have it; today's installment of adventure pics from Zig and Jacks Excellent Adventure. Oh wait...there's a clip they sent up, too...it's of Ziggy, tapping his pants up. How he ever wound up with a tear in his pants is beyond my comprehension. Ok, it's not beyond my comprehension at all; you and I both know the tear happened because he just can't stop touching himself. Bad Zig, Bad! No touchy! (The management is not responsible for any damage sustained by your retinas in viewing the following clip.)

Here's hoping (for the sake of Zig's companions) his next pair of pants are made of kevlar. Although...he'd probably work his way through those, too.

We'll see if more pics get sent up. Until next time...

Ride Hard, Take Chances