Bones! Will He Make It?

So a little while back, we had ourselves a little hootenanny to say farewell to our dear Kevin Hedahl, on his way with fellow Ironclad rider (oh yeah, and wife) Tricia on their new Californian adventure.

So since Tricia had already split town to start nesting, Kevin and the lads were free to set about an agenda and activities that, well….dudes are wont to do from time to time. Something sort of like this:

the air is a little thin in here…..

So as said agendas and activities befell us, we pressed on after a wonderful fire and a genocide of neighborhood Pabst (mostly Dave’s responsibility), to find a few venues to hang out for a nightcap.

So after more warfare on beer, a short bike ride home became troublesome after a short tumble. Um, yeah.

aw, shit.

So after a few hours in the E.R. and a fancy sling with some Percocet, we weary lads set about a handful of hours of sleep. Upon the morn, a large breakfast was in order, so off we went to Hungry Tiger Too. Kevin, too wrecked and sore to consider it, watched Dave eat a solid midwestern style breakfast, complete with the proper Saturday morning hydration.

Poor Kev can’t stand the sight of it….

But the move and whatnot is on, and we wish the Hedahls, part of the core of the founding formations of the Ironclad team in 2007, the absolute very best.

Thanks, Hedahls.