Blue Dot, Summer 2008I don't understand why my pictures from Blue Dot always cause my friend Jeff over at Bike Carson to question my sense of chivalry. When I first posted this picture of Maura and Heather crossing the treacherous Blue Dot bridge over Campbell Creek a couple of years ago, he posted a comment that suggested I might consider a good photo to be of more importance than my friends' safety.
Blue Dot, Yesterday AfternoonAnd after I Facebooked this new picture of Julie crossing the same bridge on Saturday, he posted a similar comment under it. But Jeff lives in Nevada, so there's something he doesn't know about the people I ride with.
To be fair, Heather routinely gives me shit about things like shooting pictures when I could be offering her a hand. But the truth is, she just looks for any excuse to give me shit. So when she started in again Saturday night, and I was laughing about similar comments left on my blog, Julie chimed in with the following observation:
"These people don't realize that you ride with women who would hit you if you offered us help."
Keep that in mind the next time you see me use a photo in which a woman looks like she might need assistance.
I don't ride with wimpy chicks.
6 comments:
Classic!!!
Peace
Ha ha! Yes, there was definitely some deja vu while looking at your photo and making my comment, but I thought I'd be safe making the comment over on Facebook!
You'll never be save with me, Jeff.
And thanks, Joboo. Glad you enjoyed the post.
Not to mention that the average mountain biker living in Alaska is way more B.A. than the average mountain biker living in Nevada.
Oh man! That was good. Where are those chicks to be found around here.
Hey Tim,
I was crossing the bridge last week on a shop ride when one of the guys asked if I wanted him to take my bike.
No way! I was using it to steady myself so I wouldn't fall into the creek! Oh, and I'm also a BA.
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