I debated doing it, since I was starving from the nice group ride with a new friend from Colorado the day before. 160 miles of twisties and hills with a pillion takes it out of you faster than expected.
So we start! The cause of my hunger, plus the GF in the foreground:
The next day, we gather the group at a friend's apartment for some Guitar Hero:
We've arrived! Look at those burgers!

Morgan is already ashamed for trying this. Here he is with his camera for size reference:
Eric is looking to be in good spirits!
IT BEGINS.
Morgan goes for the gold:
We're not even halfway through and Eric is already looking to be in trouble:
Morg isn't looking all that great, either:
Or maybe not!
"Oh happy face onion ring, you're my only friend!"
Andrew provides some comic relief:
Morgan attempts to intimidate the rest of the burger:
Eric is in pain:
After that, he went to the bathroom because he felt as if the burger was going to come out the wrong direction. Then he admits defeat:
For the ride back, we had to make sure Eric didn't ralph in his car as I drove him home, so my GF bought him a party bucket. PARTY BUCKET!
We went back to Andrew's place to hang out a bit more. Morgan and Eric, our failed heros, were exhausted with their battle. They were sweating out beef for the next couple of hours. Gross.
Poor Eric couldn't quite stay awake during our Diablo 2 session, so he took a quick nap before heading off to his place to.... well, probably sleep more.
I took Morgan's 1/4 of the burger home as leftovers and proceeded to kill it after an hour or so. It was a spectacularly good tasting burger, but there was no way I could eat four of those quarters in a row. But I may still try one day!