NACCC 2008 CHICAGO!

So the 2008 NACCC's in Chicago have come and gone, and I'm finally sobered up enough to write a little report on the event. Augie and the ChiNACCC crew did a great job keeping us properly drunk, tired, sweaty and just overall satisfied.
After an all nighter helping Croth, Red and Lady Bird get our bikes ready for the plane, properly disguised as a trade show exhibit we all headed to the airport.

A couple hundred dollars in airport bar drinks later we boarded a plane for Chicago. Upon arriving we found ourselves in a disco wonderland called O'Hare.

Everything after I got off that plane is a bit blurry, as it should be. I know during that time I decided not to try and qualify, Croth killed it with 3rd overall, I killed many brain cells and memories, and I had a great time. There's far too much evidence of our debauchery on the internet already, so I'll hold off on some of the more illicit pictures, but here's a photo trip through our stay:

The city from 96 floors up.

Pure professional.

Chicago's architecture trumps Boston's, to say the least.

Tourists.

Making moves.

Tourists, really.

Red looking suave.

Croth should always wear skinsuits, they suit him so well.

This might be the fastest I went all weekend.

Travis holding it down.

Alex being artistic.

Red making himself comfortable.

Marco showing the rookies how it's done.

Grillmaster Chuey.

All about that guy.

Aquanetta.

Gettin' loose.

Souphorse workin' it.

Croth in the headlights.

DC's finest.

Austin + Chicago Critical Mass

That's right.

Boston reps hard.

Nap time.
So the 2008 NACCC's in Chicago have come and gone, and I'm finally sobered up enough to write a little report on the event. Augie and the ChiNACCC crew did a great job keeping us properly drunk, tired, sweaty and just overall satisfied.
After an all nighter helping Croth, Red and Lady Bird get our bikes ready for the plane, properly disguised as a trade show exhibit we all headed to the airport.
A couple hundred dollars in airport bar drinks later we boarded a plane for Chicago. Upon arriving we found ourselves in a disco wonderland called O'Hare.
Everything after I got off that plane is a bit blurry, as it should be. I know during that time I decided not to try and qualify, Croth killed it with 3rd overall, I killed many brain cells and memories, and I had a great time. There's far too much evidence of our debauchery on the internet already, so I'll hold off on some of the more illicit pictures, but here's a photo trip through our stay:
The city from 96 floors up.
Pure professional.
Chicago's architecture trumps Boston's, to say the least.
Tourists.
Making moves.
Tourists, really.
Red looking suave.
Croth should always wear skinsuits, they suit him so well.
This might be the fastest I went all weekend.
Travis holding it down.
Alex being artistic.
Red making himself comfortable.
Marco showing the rookies how it's done.
Grillmaster Chuey.
All about that guy.
Aquanetta.
Gettin' loose.
Souphorse workin' it.
Croth in the headlights.
DC's finest.
Austin + Chicago Critical Mass
That's right.
Boston reps hard.
Nap time.
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