So Monday was Columbus Day. I am not political by any means but Columbus was probably a huge fucking douchebag. I mean the guy thought he could travel all across the globe and when he stumbled upon some land he caused mayhem and stress of all sorts for the native. fuck him. that douchebag. Now he reminds me of that big-eared douchebag in the office who keeps walking around like he owns the damn place. Too bad Big Ears doesn't have a life outside the office and has to resort to office gossip to feel like a part of society. I asked my buddy earlier today if he could tell that I hate Big Ears and he said, "well not hate, but I can tell you dislike him." yeah fuck him. fuckin dumbo. In conclusion, Columbus shouldn't have his own national holiday. And Big Ears should get a fucking life.
Anyways, on Indigenous Peoples' Day I went out for a beautiful ride on Redwood. Not many people get the day off so the road was wide open, not many other bikes and not many cyclists. It was PERFECT, sans a drop doing a U-Turn into some gravel, a drop due to me not parking the bike on a level surface, and a wild slip going 55 on a turn that made me (almost) shit my pants.
Also met Rich, awesome guy on a R1200S. He's 66 and I barely kept up with him.
Did a lap myself first.
Aaron and his Bandit.
Rich showed up not too long after.
On the ride back where I barely kept up. He said he took it easy too. Me needs practice.
Big Boss Playa Chillin on his single sided swing arm goodness
