Antichrist-mas Ride III Results

Yet another superb effort to stem at least some of the noxious flow of the so called "festive"season. The Tongue turned out on mass with the the philosophically aligned Boneshakers amply filling a few voids in a massive chopper and tallbike convoy of glory. Taking no chances with the volatile yet sweetly vunerable Bones we filled them with burnt sausage before taking off to our first port of call. With most of the 22 strong fleet already half tanked and Jimmy Stash's tunes riding with us the Antichrist-mas vibe was palpable in a sweaty crotch inane giggling hoon kind of way. The Jolly Miller's beer garden was closed but since this venue is jointly owned 70/30 by The Boneshakers and Tongue of Fire we had it opened up. Beer beer beer. Time to meet first-timers and catch up with out-of -towners and indulge in some head-banging to the duke box. Then it was off to portal #2 (The Bridge To Nowhere) and into western zone of Tongue Territory. Well if there's a pub that loves the Tongue it's the Wheatie so naturally the moist dewey garden of earthly delights opened before us. By this stage Graham had drunk half his bottle of bourbon and was up to his old tricks of trying to get people to touch him on the pesch. Perhaps indicative of this crowd he didn't seem to be having much trouble. The journey back to HQ is a bit hazy but suffice to say that Tongue of Fire and The Boneshakers ruled the roads. Stay tuned for the upcoming drain ride and Holy Grail attendence (full costume and jousting).