The Gourds

Friday night after closing the shop up Brian, myself, Bret, and Shrek journey'd up north to the big city of Missoula to catch the Gourds , if you've never seen these fellars in person then i'd highly recommend that you catch them the next time they come through as they put on a really kick ass show. They kicked off around 10pm and played hard until purt near 2am, came back out for three different oncors and genuinely loved playing instruments and entertaining the crowd.

After the stellar performance we headed back out and rounded up the rag tag bunch of junk bikes that we brought up from the shop. Brian was spinning around (as i'm sure his head was on a PBR provoked spin too) on an old Huffy cruiser, Shrekie took the Schwinn C5 and i was on a jalopy of sorts that began life as a Schwinn Jaguar, our missoula good buddy Bret G was on his own pile of rust and i've gotta admit now that we're talking about Bret, he's got to be one of the most comical fellas i've ever met. He had us in stitches all darn night. Between his early eighties dance moves, Tom Sellick hairy chest display, and his ability to power slide and pitch his bike out from under him...it was always purely comical. One display of abilites did bite him in the arse last night as Bret took a nasty tumble....he came over this crest of a riser and came into a section of gravel where he decided to give the old coaster brakes another test. DUST,DUSt, Cough, Cough and when the cloud resided we found bret in a contorted position that had him twisted man and bike. It took two of us to dislodge him, all the while laughing hysterically. Shrek and i were in stitches but felt a little bad about it once we did an inventory check on Bret's body. Scapes and blood from damn near every joint. He managed to scrape up his face pretty badly too but he got up, wiped off the dust and said al'right...let's go (but next time dude...you're wearing the fullface) ! And off to the Oxford we went, the only place open at 2:30am that'll serve a heap of greasy eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. You shoulda seen the doorman's reaction when he took a glimpse of Bret, concerned but you could tell he's seen worse. A place like the Oxford....i'm sure he's seen much worse. The ride home was a little slower after eating and of course snapping my chain or having a buddy in bandages doesn't help speed things along much. Good times and thanks for the tow Brian !