Blasted it up the big tarmac first thing. My legs are definitely feeling the lack of riding in the past month. Then down, and up. Poked around a bit, looked into some things that I've wanted to ride, not a whole lot o' luck, didnt find any thing amazing, too many fucking houses. but spirits were high none the less. We made our way down to the big road.
About a month ago, i was headed down from jamestown when stack of rocks above the road caught my eye. so what you say? a pile of rocks? whoop dee frickin doo! but; it just so happens that upon this pile of neatly arranged rocks, lay a skinny little bit of dirt covered in pinecones and rocks. ¡Qué Bueno!
Took a bit of time to ride such trail in an easterly manner, and dropped back down to the pavé via one of the most depressing areas of wilderness i have ever laid eyes on. Beer cans, barbasol containers, hundreds of thousands of shotgun shells, plastic bags, sixpack-rings, ammunition boxes, littered in every square inch of this gully. Every square fucking inch. god people piss me off sometimes. ruining a perfect hillside with their trash, not to mention the sound of .22s mixed with two-strokes and V8's. Have some common fucking sense. Fucking motor heads.
Ah well, what can you do when you are armed with no more than 20 some odd pound hunk of metal, and a skinny pair of shaved legs? Not much. finished the alright. Overall, an excellent end to a not so great tuesday.
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