Gramps, it was a riot following you on Push Mtn...hope to be at Hooterville next fall. You guys be careful on the way home tomorrow. :clapping:
Yeah, no kidding. Without pitchers how are we supposed to know whether this thing even happened?
Well then, how are you going to make us feel bad for having missed it?You aren't supposed to know. Only the people that showed up are supposed to know.Yeah, no kidding. Without pitchers how are we supposed to know whether this thing even happened?
Yeah, no kidding. Without pitchers how are we supposed to know whether this thing even happened?
You aren't supposed to know. Only the people that showed up are supposed to know.
But sometimes we share the secret rituals with the masses...
...now where is that jar of Mike's nuts?
Nope. He would be in a world of hurt if that was the case. It was on HH on some nice 35mph rollers left and right before getting to the dam near Piedmont. Not going at an elevated pace...just a long line of road colored gravel in the shade that was the same color as the chip and seal pavement. It was in the middle track...and about 30 ft long of loose stuff. Us otherens were just lucky to not have crossed that center track at that spot. It looked like somebody dumped a load of gravel on the road and what was left was not washed off like the wheel tracks.Yeah, no kidding. Without pitchers how are we supposed to know whether this thing even happened?
You aren't supposed to know. Only the people that showed up are supposed to know.
But sometimes we share the secret rituals with the masses...
...now where is that jar of Mike's nuts?
Long as you're checking see if you have a couple of 6 MM course. Just got back from Menards, they don't have any.
Looking back through this, I just realized that Mikes get off was in MO. Blackbird bite him?
You're not lying there! Definitely caught me by surprise. Worst thing was my foot was under the shifter when I had to get my lean on!Took a couple years of tread off my boot.Blackbird woke up the #1 position builderwill. I made the mistaken assumption that everybody from Missouri knows all the smittyfied, Hooterville roads. Will will remember that curve from now on. Left hander on Cty B, just south of 72 about 4 miles. Curls up into itself like the jaws of death...will spit you right out into the barbed wire like that blackbird rider...according to the story. The pasture on the right lulls you into pastoral slumber, while the trees on the left hide the trap. An aggressive rider on a first time run here WILL have an issue. Builderwill was riding at a good pace...but not crazy...that's what kept him on the road...with the help of some late braking action.
Yes, I too got home safe, but....the first 1.5 hr after leaving Clinton on 16, I saw no less than 20 forest rats and the first one I saw almost took me out. :huh:
