Do you know the true joy of camping? It is sleeping. Or, if it is not sleeping, it's yelling through darkness to drunken neighbor girls who'll soon get ticketed for being too young for their beer. Or maybe it's the journey itself, the joy of brats bought from the fundraising table in a Piggly Wiggly parking lot. Or maybe the true joy is friendship. Whichever the joy, my car still stinks of sweaty dude ass.
This was Ryan's face the whole trip.
And this fairly well sums up David T...
...while David U brings the deep-vee lifestyle to trike country.
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