Have ten dudes split the rent of a warehouse in sub-rural Sarasota. Give each person a key. Bravo to a private warehouse where how much energy you have to expel dictates the hours of operation.
An old slaughterhouse turned ramp farm. Adjacent to one of the most infamous dive restaurants in SRQ. This place is what most of the rest of the country only hopes for.
We rode late into the night. The stoke-age was high. This place is one of a kind.
Thanks to the above crew for the hospitality: Thanks for making this state kick even more ass.