That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I was at the 6th annual Slaughterama! For those of you not in the know, it's Richmond, Virginia's 6th homegrown balls-out, face-wrecking bicycle extravaganza. It was a beautiful day in the Cap City. So beautiful, in fact, that this guy felt that pants were optional.
Bike clubs from as far as Florida, Philly, and New York showed up to ride, drink, and generally throw down at the event hosted by Richmond's own Cutthroats.
The crowd was raucous--throwing cans and beer cases--but there was an air of understanding that nobody wanted to be the guy to push it too far. Really, nobody should get hurt unless he asks for it.
All in all, the day was a beautiful show of raw emotion and camaraderie. Everyone left happily covered in mud, blood, and beer.
Until next year, we will miss you and all your glory, Slaughterama.