I had to work in Myrtle Beach during Bike Week.
I really don't care for Myrtle Beach and I hate Bike Week there.
Lucky for me Rusty and Meggen live there now.
They let me crash at their place.
We hung out while I was there cooking out, working on bikes, shooting the shit, and
having a good time.
Rusty's softail today. Simple and clean.
Here's what it used to look like.
Oscar, pissed about being in the kitchen and not being able to open the fridge.
It was good to catch up with Rusty and Meggen.
I haven't seen them since they moved.