Actually, I think quite a few people were in the bar buying beers for $3.75 a pop, which is kind of nuts when you've got a cooler full of primo stuff for less than a third of that outside. Besides, ya' can't do tobacky' inside anymore, shit some folks don't much like it if you do it outside. If they piss me off enough, next time I won't shower, I won't wipe, and I'll blow cigar smoke in all my clothes and then I'll sit at the bar and make up swear words. That'll drive the party outside quick enough, and Basil will get squat.
The people I was hanging with were new peeps', and they were just as much fun, I thought. Some guy named Jay, who's wife was riding a 305 Dream (yeah, they let 305's in this year!), was pretty funny, we had a nice little group going Friday night. Pete T. was fixing some guys Duc' in his double wide/double long trailer, so we went over to tell Pete where to look for the trouble, but he found it on his own. I always like to get him swearing at me a little, he's kind of pretty when he's mad.
Oh, Tim Kennedy had one of those weird fiberglass trailers that looks like a giant condum holder, ya' know alien looking, the top comes up and the back goes down; so I duct taped it shut and put an elephants face on the front. Stremfer got blamed, but Tim thought it was funny, and then I went out before breakfast and pulled the tape off praying the paint wouldn't come with it as the joke was over. Good thing too, because his wife was the one that had the land rover I needed to put my bike on.
Joe Cosmo gave away a half a warehouse as door prizes, man that went on and on. I was doing schtick with Jay, if you want to call it that, to try and make the time go quicker, but I eventually asked Bove to say something when he finally won, and then as soon as he had the mic' in his hand, I went outside, got a beer, and hunted up some amigo's.
I guess maybe the speeds were up this year because of all the state roads we had to use. Route 17 was the best of the paved stuff, what a roller coaster, I was dragging the pegs on some of those tight decreasing radius turns. My speed was down this year on the pavement as I went to IRC dot trials tires, which are pretty aggressive, and the best I could do was around 65 on a straight with them on. But they were excellent where you needed a good tire, I could disappear on the dirt on anybody with them. The dirt is where I made up time and caught the front of the pack.
I met a couple of real nice guys from Illinois, father and son. They made the trip and rode a Yami 180 and a 150. I saw the Jersey girl on the back of the kids bike coming back from the fair, guess her shifter linkage messed up and she wanted to finish on a bike <yeah right!> I wonder if that kid knew he had around two dozen "uncles" sizing him up as soon as the two of them started hanging, but I think we all liked him, otherwise he'd still be trying to find his way up one of the banks of the Lincoln Gap.
Hee!
Dgy
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Next year I'll have to put aside some cash to make sure I can make both Frontier and Giro.
Makes me feel kind of nauseated that I missed it....you know, opportunity gone sort of thing. But I got bills to pay, woodshed to build, 2 cords to split, side jobs that are late etc etc.
Doug, did you, Frank and Matt, Cathy and Frank, etc do the late night RV hang out and BS thing? That's my favorite.
JohnnyB
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