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In case you are unaware with Drill Team customs, the group practice and practice and the one who has the most amount and best scoring crashes earns a hat for his triumphs. At the end of the year the person who earned the ill fated hat the most gets to keep it. Tonight the tattered mellon cap was earned by our own beloved Road Captain. Not only did he put his bike on the ground more than anyone else but one of his crashes was rather beautiful, Tom buried "ol' Red" with gusto, staying on it all the way to the crunching scraping halt. Ol' Red was doing what a Harley does best and marked each of it's journeys to the pavement by pissing itself. Every time that old bike hit the ground the vent tube shot forth a puddle of oil marking it's landing zones. Tom actually considers oil and sand on the driving line nothing more than a normal obstacle designed to be overcome. Happily no one from the EPA was there because she was a rolling Hazard to any aquatic lifeforms which may have trodden across the drill site. As a matter of fact, Ol' red did such a wonderful job at spoiling the natural beauty of Southern Connecticut that she has lost the moniker "Ol' Red" and has been rechristened the Lloret Valdez. The Exxon valdez would have been proud of this two wheel menace to the environment.
That's Tom in the background doing something with the Valdez.
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