Victoria and myself are going to Am-Jam to camp out and be bikers for the weekend
When I was a teenager, we lived across the road from the place where the Am-Jam was held for 2-3 years in a row. Lovely little Gansevoort, NY. Me, my brother, and few friends would sit on the hill in our front yard and watch the wet t-shirt contests with binoculars. Ah, the mammories.
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