Moncarapacho MC, the XI biker gathering

Once again, we hit the road of inevitability…

Wandering around. We didn’t hear a thing, we didn’t see anyone walking to anywhere special. Eventually we saw a sign, Motos.

I was expecting titties and beer, but zumba… again!

Are you Modern Mutants?

And we praised the lords of the 90’s, we glorified the lords of the 80’s, and we danced until beer turned to pisse du matin and the morning sun enlightened our dreams and brought us back to reality.