Ft. Ord anybody?
We rallied, we raced, we ripped and roared. Jen, M.A., the one formerly known as Retodded, Demonika, Hightower, Burned Heart and myself all loaded up the wagons yesterday, and made our way to the promised land of Fort Ord. Imagine the Sea Otter race course, but better and without a soul in sight.
Backpacks full of beer and snacks were securely strapped to our backs and off into the horizon we rode.
Its a bit of a moonscape out there, you know, if the moon had Manzanita bushes, and bobcats running around.
The place is a gas..AND what did I find lying on the ground as I rode ahead to shoot some pictures?
Thats right.. A new pair of riding specs. Just as fate taketh away, fate givith back.
And lest I forget, I cant finish this post with out mentioning the fellow who had parked near us shortening his seat post with a sawzall he happened to have with him in his truck. Swiss Army knife? Naw- screw you. That man was REALLY prepared.
And lastly, my old pal Nat that I used to be messenger with emailed me, and sent me this. Looks like my mans been busy since he moved to Europe. I guess Im gonna be needing to save a bit more money. Again.
