The one with all the boys

When I went on the ride with FIL D on Friday, I was the only girl. As such, I have a lot of pictures of all the boys. Usually, the girls are sorely outnumbered but I never imagined I'd be the only girl. It was a good chance to observe the behaviors of the male species in a group. It's pretty much exactly as you would expect. Lots of talk, beer, food, sarcasm, and competition. Oh, and sarcasm. I mentioned that already? I just wanted to make sure you knew it.

Oh dear Lord, please forgive me for the fact that I cannot tell one man from another when they are in their leathers. Nick, I think.  Correction...this is Al. All the rest are correct but FIL D informed me that this is Al, not Nick. We do have a Nick, he's just not him.



This one, this one I know. We call him Peter Fonda. He's got the cool old-school bike, the old-school helmet, and bowlegged as can be.



Forgive me...again...the leathers...I think, maybe, this is Mike.



This is Lou, I know him. He rode with us last Sunday so I managed to learn who he was in leathers and on his bike.



And Norm, I've ridden with him enough to know who he is in his leathers. Plus, one of his ears has enough diamond studs in it to blind you (it's representative of all his grand kids).



And Bubba, the bright yellow jacket made it entirely possible for me to remember him.



Uh oh...leathers, dark helmet. Shoot. A look through my other pictures confirms the dark helmet is Jack. Hi Jack!



Well, I can see his face, I believe this is Jim.
I seem to be missing a picture of George.*Frantically searches one down and uploads it*



This should be George.

Well, that's 9. There were 11 of us. Without a picture of me or FIL D, that's everyone. So...if I didn't butcher it too bad...you should now be introduced (after a fashion) to a small number of the boys. FIL D will probably correct several of my labels. I'll let you know how it goes.

FFR