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JAMAICAN ME CRAZY
by Mark Nickerson PAGE 4 (click on pic(s) to enlarge) |
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It's mandatory on any roadtrip worth a poo, to schedule one major ride. I mean epic. The sort of ride you recount many times over to buddies back home who didn't like hearing about it the first time since they weren't there. This was going to be it. |
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14 miles of pure downhill. All fun, no work. From what I heard it was all that and more. Even Rusty was raving about it from the stretcher before he was wheeled into the OR and bolted back together. Like I needed to hear that. I guess that's what made me slip the doc $50 to use cast iron instead of titanium in his leg. | |||||||||||||||||
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| Not only did he end up 5 lbs heavier but I figure he'll only get a couple years before the plate rusts thru and maybe, just maybe we'll be racing together when it does and I'll be | ||||||||||||||||||
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the lucky one, for once. Well, anyway, if you want details of that trail you'll just have to wait until I get to ride it on our last day. Nick promised. Nick's my buddy. Somewhere along here Z and I were out for an easy spin thru town and rode to Garden of the Gods park. Nothing much to tell here except for the big-ass rock and the rattlesnake. Check out the pics for the aforementioned rock. |
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| We were riding along the paths that folks jog on during lunch breaks from work and as I approached a small hill there was a thick stick laying across the trail which kinda wiggled as my front tire went over it. Instinct made me jump straight up (maybe the highest I ever bunny (?) hopped) and yell something manly like "EEEK, A SNAKE!" just in time for Z to run over it. The color and diamond pattern are something you can't mistake once you see it. By the time we went back it was gone which was fine by us. | ||||||||||||||||||
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