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Bikes. Parts. Chaos.

As we all sat around the campfire during the latest Surly ride/retreat Skip kept us entertained playing guitar throughout the night. Mr. Bloggins, every now and then, would throw down on the harmonica between beers. This is what it looked like into the wee hours that night.

 

As you can see, we got totally carried away.

Cheers,
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