"Bob Schwartz" <
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> Sierraman <[email protected]> wrote:
> > I getting the hell out of here and going for a nice Sierra ride, ah,
cooled
> > to the low 80's. Maybe Ewoud wants to hit one of the big climbs too,
ouchie!
>
> > B-
>
> Nipplehead,
>
> Dave H has always been like that. It's the water in Southern California.
> Chang succumbed early. Fennell seems to be resistent, but eventually
> he'll pick up an abusive salutation too.
>
> Bob Schwartz
> [email protected]
I am beat to death.
Oh what a day I am having!!! This morning I had to chase JW's off again
after consistently telling them to stay away or I would call the cops. I
guess I will have to get a restraining order for JW's, ha, that's a first.
Then I called the sheriff to ask if Slaughterhouse road was open because it
had been closed the other day. They said they didn't know and to call the
CHP. So I called the CHP and they said they didn't know and to call the Road
department. So I called the Road Department and they said they didn't know
and to call the Fire Department. So I called the Fire department and they
said they didn't know and to call the CDF, California dept. of Forestry. So
I called the CDF and a girl answers and asks if I am joking. At this point,
somewhat flabbergasted, and finally she tells me it will be open at 4pm. So
I ride off mad like Dave for a bike ride down Slaughterhouse road to check
out the damage from the fires. As I start to return home a thunderstorm is
brewing overhead. I stop and hide in the bushes and trees as lightning is
striking close all around me. I am scared shitless and thinking that I don't
want to die like this, and feel like an idiot balled up hiding in the
bushes. Several more close strikes as my heart is skipping beats. I make a
brave move to get back on my bike as it is pouring rain and lightning is
striking all around. I figure no one has ever been killed on a bike and if I
am on two moving rubber tires that I would have a chance. There is a ranch
about a mile away and if I can just get there. I make it to the Ranch almost
crashing at high speed and my bike is caked in mud and I look like I just
took a mud bath. Luckily my bike handling skills save me. I am really scared
and freezing to death. I knock on the door and a older lady answers and says
to come in, without any words, she knew my plight as I was really deep into
a remote canyon where very few people live. I ride out the danger while
lightning continues to strikes all around and pouring rain. The lady tells
me a story about how they shot a mountain lion in their backyard that was
making lunch out of their cats. She said they threw the lion just over the
cliff right there. Finally the storm passes and my muddy clothes are
somewhat dried on the stove but not quite. She offers me a pink women's
sweatshirt to wear on the ride home. Beaten and weary, I accept as I ride
home feeling like an idiot wearing a women's pink dry sweatshirt to stay
warm. I get home and think that (there's no place like Home) and I didn't
have to click any Ruby slippers together to get there. What a day, I won't
soon forget. A true Hardy boys adventure.
Once again it reminds me that life is short and not to take things for
granted, enjoy each day and try not to get mad! Bad karma! Mother nature was
angry as well today!
B-
ps-Nipplehead is a trademark of Dave H.