One hundred and fifteen bikers representing nearly the entire gang all in one place getting hella drunk. Biker Bitches flashing they're tattooed tits. This is Nirvana! You drink yourself sick that night really sick. You get on your bike to ride home. It's so cold out and you need to lay in your bed and sleep this horror off. You vomit again while driving seventy miles an hour and you wreck your bike. Bumping down the road to sprawl in the ditch on the edge of death. A biker sees you an hour later and being drunk he calls 911 but does not hang around. You are booked for drunk driving. Your bike is totaled. They find out its not registered to you. You are in the hospital under police guard. The doctors give you a forty percent chance to live.