Since I wear a dress shirt and slacks to work, I'm prolly not club material, so I don't think I have to worry about it.

 

For all you patch lovers out there, remember, patches aren't mythical creatures. They're just regular dudes. Just ask RussWood's sportster buddy, Baka1969, or whatever his handle is.

The word patch has been mentioned several times now. I'm sure there's an alarm going off on his computer.

 

I think you would be surprised. Its what you bring to the table I imagine. Speaking as an outsider of course.

 

I'm very good with financial figures, so I suppose I bring a lot to the table.

But as Bonerwood stated, much of the patch is mythical and I'm well aware of that.

That being said, it would be nice to have a place to hang out once and a while and other guys to ride with. But I guess that ps wht my neighborhood bar is for.

 

Checking in. Busy day.

 

I don't know wtf you woods are talking about (too lazy to read back). But I do like Southwoods avy. Just too bad that chick is in the way and we couldn't see more of the beach.

 

Stayed up late to workout, checking out some threads.

Damn Chester, you're killing me...

 

 

Mornin', Woods, Woodettes and lurkers. Lots patch talk so I'll jump in...

3 little guys sittin' on the curb. First one says, "When I grow up I wanna be a plumber. See that Mercedes over there? Guy that owns it is a plumber." Second kid says, "I wanna be a doctor. See that Lexus? That guy is a doctor." Third boy says, "I wanna be covered in hair. My sister has a little patch of hair and she has a better car than both of them." Rimshot...

 

Morning, Woodsmen!
Morning, Mick. An oldie, but a goodie.