Dirt, Dad, and Dancing

Did a sweet MTB ride lastnight in the BH. Got to do some riding with my dad ( fresh off his 8 day tour of the CAN Rockies). We hit up all over little blue and houghtens, then I went out for a few hill rep's up the access climb afterwards. Had to ride down the hollow in the dark and almost ate it on more than one occasion, but its worth taking the chance to see the the sunset up top. The IF was riding perfect as usual. I don't care who you are, you need to get yourself one of those, itll give you a whole new perspective on what a MTB is supposed to be.

Monday nights line dancing experience went better then expected. There were more than 3 people born post WW2, which is not usualy the case. I kicked around until my toes went numb, then talked it up with my "wanabe" accent with some of the regulars. Despite how much I dislike wearing my hat on the dancefloor, it was better than taking the looks my mohalk would have surly drawn. ( FYI, I layed the mohalk to rest Tuesday, it went way past the point of being funny and was beginning to touch on "unusual", its nice to have the old dew back.) random:

Off to the Masters ride tonight. Hope to see some old faces. ( pun intended)

Still cant order "Off Road To Athens" from net flix. Come on alredy...

(Readers from NY, pay this no attention) I understand the the comment section may be a bit difficult to use ( sarcasm), but id like to know who some of you are that are reading this. ( yes, even you from Attleboro, Plano, Salt Lake City, Moses Lake, Durango.. nead I go on.) look forward to hearing from you!

Cheers, -- CM

this picture cracks me up everytime. gotta love STXC.