tion it got from a link on the Anchorage Daily News site—friends are starting to ask if it’s still safe to ride with me. I think my new rapper name should be Notorious T.To anyone offended by the language or comments in that post, I offer a sincere and heartfelt “Boofuckinghoo.” The bike riders who regularly read this blog understood where I was coming from. The bike haters who posted comments such as “How can a bike be a vehicle if it doesn't have a motor?” well, they’ll probably never get it.
But to all who posted online comments of support—Jules, Jordy, Fish, Heather, Rose, Monkee and all the others—thank you. I was already scheduled to flee civilization, such as it is, for a couple of nights in the woods, but it was great to return home and catch up on comments (especially the intelligent and positive ones) on various sites.
Unfortunately, rain and strong winds meant my bike never rolled an inch during the camping trip, but that’s OK. I’ll be back down south in a few days to bag a couple of rides, support Monkee and Jules in their solo assaults on the Soggy Bottom 100, and to drink a beer or three down at the Seaview Bar.
Rainbows and unicorns, baby. It’s all rainbows and unicorns.
2 comments:
I won't be looking for the unicorns or rainbows. I had first taken notice of the skulls at the bottom of the poster before noticing all the other shtuff. Getting to see some skulls floating along the trail, to me anyway, will be like seeing Clint Eastwood's character from High Plains Drifter. So if I see Clint or the skulls I'll know that everything is going to be just fine
Grill Meister
Have a drink for me!
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