In a parallel world from "White Bike Week" exists Black Bike Week, there is zero attitude, flashier colors, WAAAAY better music and seriously smiley faces, we passed thru on the way to the notorious Crook's Den, where no pictures were taken but memories made. A bartender had shorts clean down exposing her magnificent butt, I said to her, "you know your pants are half way off?" She said, "yeah, I got a stove top burn on my ass it hurts to pull my shorts up." I looked at the red spiral and said, "nah that's a tattoo." She said "no it's a burn." I looked closer it was a burn, I don't even wanna know how it got there.