Moto Crossers for Jesus

So we roll up to our post-hangover ride at muleshoe, and these guys are parked there. Er. Really?

I’m not sure what’s more alarming – that this organization apparently has multiple chapters, or that everyone who drove off in said van (driver included) was drinking a Miller Highlife (I suppose, after all, it is the champagne of beers and thereby aprropriate).

Weird.