Death Monkey 2006: The Ultimate Rally: Archive

Joe: Motorcycle Exhibitions

If you are going to motorcycle exhibition, there are two things you expect to see. Motorbikes and women with next to nothing to wear. Me and Skoll, being full members of our respected club Deathmonkey MC, were obliged to go and enjoy ourselves. Bob would've loved to come with us, but as far as I know he is currently stuck in some part of the darker Africa, where lions roar and zulus roam.

My motivation to go to the exhibition was simple. In marketing anything that has a motor in it is essential to get as many goodlooking girls to rub themselves on the machines as possible. As a matter of fact when marketing anything to male audience, this seems to be the easiest way to success. but I was disappointed. Only one manufacturer had had the guts to hire a model with enormous jugs.

As Elina, Skoll's lucky other half said "Those jugs were so huge, that they became hypnotic." I couldn't have agreed more. Nevertheless even they (probably Suzuki, but I was little bit disoriented because of models breasts, so can't be sure.) weren't paying the model enough. This could be told from the fact she was wearing jeans and a shirt. Outrageous. My message to organizers is to apply some kind of a dresscode to participating females. Bikinis or miniskirts would do just fine.

Although my trip was somewhat disappointing, these pictures tell the tale of Skoll having time of his life.

Even though I  wasn't in need to build up my masculinity by sitting on any motorbikes and the eye-candy part of this years exhibition was lame, I got to tell some people of our upcoming rallye. And it felt quite good to hang around with my brand new club vest.

Until next time.

Joe

Bob: Cape of Good Hope by scooter

Bob the Green Monkey took a small practice trip for the Death Monkey 2006 rallye, riding from Cape Town in South Africa to the Cape of Good Hope on a scooter. He returned from the trip happy, but with a sore butt.



Scootering the Chapman's Peak drive



Baboons are dangerous. Really, just like Death Monkeys



Baboon with a bottle. Booze we presume



Cape point, the point even more to south that Gibraltar

Bob: Oysters, be prepared

The world will soon be my oyster as well. Tonight the monkeys will converge for sauna and beer, and my vest will be ready:

Updated 19:00: Yep, oysters we have:

Joe: Looking for Sauna

When the vests were done, it was time for us to have couple of beers to celebrate. Actually we were going to go to Saunabar, where you can mix your bar and sauna experience, but it was closed. So whoever is running that bar, you should know we love sauna at Sunday evening. You should be ashamed of misleading us with your outdated website. Nah.

We'll just have to find out when it really is open.



Mike Eastback invited members of DeathMonkey MC to his place for a sauna session some Saturday. This means pictures of us running around, drinking and singing wearing nothing else than our vests.

Joe