no more games

Reason #6 to take your sweeties camping when you go is:

the bugs will like them (and their sweet sweet blood) better than stinky old you.

spurred on by myths

PRESS PLAY.




We got fire we can't put out.




N___ brought a friend. Hard to top willing, not that y'all didn't know that already.





My Spy Boys full of fire.




Me Big Chief, I'm feelin good!















My Flag Boy, he just went by.









Me Big Chief, me got em tribe.













...so much steeper/hotter than it looks.






Me whole tribe am havin fun.









We gonna [sit around the campfire and sleep in tents] till the morning come.



The last glider. Full(ish) of holes. I'm sorry to report that the vision of flaming Ghost Planes did not manifest as well as hoped for, but next time we'll soak them in bourbon and then light em up. Live and learn.









The continuum.





Pure class.





Not stoked to (do anything) take beers to the creek to cool.


Ride bikes, jump in creeks, repeat.

for adult intellectuals only

Here is some photos of this last go round. From the camera/phone of M. A. S_____...

Trails to leave town.








We became separated, necessitating a note:





The fire road reveals itself.



Camp life. S_____'s bike with Jet Fire glider.



My bike with Jet Fire glider.



T___'s bike. Same set up as Coe trip.



Wood burning breakfast...


Morning!




Pack it up, pack it in.


I got a knife here in my pocketbook, and I'm gonna cut you up after class!




We'd found an abandoned raft in the strainers, and cut the body away to create the Slippery Stallion. A man's ride. Challenging to keep from spilling your beer whilst in the saddle.


Preparing for the day's swimming.


A welcome and familiar vista. We return triumphantly tomorrrow for another overnight. I hope we can pick up some gliders on the way...

creating a disturbance in your mind

First, a great big HELLO (welcome!) to those of y'all that found this site (at, say for example, 6am) by searching for "big black asses smut pictures" or "how to ride your man if you're fat". I feel better than ever about the internet in general, and strangers in particular.

Secondly,



That there is information you can use. It is packed so full. The style tips alone are gold.

Lastly, we rode some bikes on some trails and then a long hot way on roads (punctuated by stops under bridges to cool our feets and drink our beerses) only to end up on more trails leading to a campout site. That is called "having a Good Time." It was the usual Summer retreat- no pictures cuz I have left my phone at work and I'm not going back in til I have to.

If you were not there, you were square.

And, if you are nominated as Dummy of the Year (again) you know it's because you are not doing this type of thing. Sorry the Truth hurts. For really reals.

I came away from this 90-odd miles in 2 very odd days with some new thoughts. The next time I take the kids out there we are bringing (in addition to a rope swang) several balsa wood gliders, a lighter, 3 BB guns.

fast and loose

Uh huh.



I got a broken face.

Playing with the Truth will do that. Fixed offroad. Night riding with a headlamp? Well, yes. Can't say as I recommend it. The gimme Night Rider that I was handed down did quickly develop charging issues, so I just run what I brung. Can't say as I recommend leading with your chin when dropping in either. That manzanita is real forgiving until it's not. I have scrapes inside my mouth. My gums are scratched?

I'm a grown ass man.

Oh, the humanity

Lady came in today and haggled and haggled and then wanted 10% off for life.

"We're spending a lot of money here. Oh, you can do this. Come on. You can do this. You can. You can do this." A little sing song of avarice. I wanted to slap her so badly.

What? The? F?

No. She wasn't crazy. That would have been much more tolerable.

Tragedy

It has been brought to my attention that the Interbike is to be held in September, such that it would conflict with the White Rim Overnight. Being as how that ride kinda sorta has to be coincidental with the Full Harvest Moon.


Maybe we can reschedule for the Full Beaver Moon, on November 10th? Or something?





And, plus this Tour day France is exciting! I have been to the mountain and come back jaded, but Thor(!) and my little Frenchman T. Voeckler are really turning 2011 into some believable fun. Hot bike on bike action and all that.