Taking retards to Boxcar Racing

A good friend of mine, Phil, was having his wedding this past weekend. In lieu of his "bachelor party" we had good clean fun doing some boxcar racing over in the Kunia area. Picture a group of 30-some year old guys sitting in some tiny boxcars in the afternoon sun.

Yes, we were sober. I don't have any incriminating pictures of me in my Gallery. I bet some of the other guys do though. We all looked like idiots. My bike helmet didn't fit snuggly on my head so the whole time I probably had it tipped off to the side like a retard. I could barely limber up my legs to fit into the cars. And once or twice I almost missed the brakes and plowed headfirst into the grass and gravel.

You ever heard that Dead Milkman song, "Taking retards to the zoo?" Well, I certainly heard that song in my head while I was there. Only, I was the retard.


Me and my old buds, Robb, the groom Phil, and Derrin. Now we're all married and a couple of these guys have kids of their own. Hard to imagine that this is how we looked like before: