So if I'm writing this blog, it's obvious I survived covering Las Vegas BikeFest 2016 for Hogs and Heifers Saloon.  Wholly shit though, that was a fuckin party.  My feet, legs and back were sore by the time I reached my flight out of there.  If I could feel my liver, I'm sure that was sore too.  I can only imagine how the bartenders were feeling.  They run and dance around the bar for hours on end, at least I could sit down and rest my body when my ass got tired.  Saturday was a great day to be a dive bar photographer, but I definitely loved when Sunday and Monday came around.  Nothing like a cozy afternoon in a pub takin' portraits of bar flies, and the ones that take care of them.  Cheers to the Hogs crew in Vegas for continuing to throw the biggest parties bike week has ever seen, I needed some time to recover from this one!   

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