we were on the long trail, a former railroad bed that runs from redwood to philadelphia, ny.
at about the half point i was waiting for brown boonie and mushroom to navigate some water.
up a ways i saw a large group of atv's on the trail with people mulling around. we drove up on
the crown and JimKemp was talking to some drunk drooling redneck about trail ownership and
fee's to ride on the trail, and how his club owned the trail. the drooling redneck was obnoxious with
his constant droning about who owns the trail. i stood to the side. the drooler wouldn't shutup.
JimKemp could have popped this guys head like a prom night zit but he held his composure.
i am not sure why we stood there for so long listening to this guy blather about the trail and how
proud he was that kids were riding minibikes all the while drinking knowledge and fortitude
from a cold and frosty 12 ounce can.
we managed to snap a photo of the drooling redneck and one of his fellow riders before turning
around and heading down the trail.
at about the half point i was waiting for brown boonie and mushroom to navigate some water.
up a ways i saw a large group of atv's on the trail with people mulling around. we drove up on
the crown and JimKemp was talking to some drunk drooling redneck about trail ownership and
fee's to ride on the trail, and how his club owned the trail. the drooling redneck was obnoxious with
his constant droning about who owns the trail. i stood to the side. the drooler wouldn't shutup.
JimKemp could have popped this guys head like a prom night zit but he held his composure.
i am not sure why we stood there for so long listening to this guy blather about the trail and how
proud he was that kids were riding minibikes all the while drinking knowledge and fortitude
from a cold and frosty 12 ounce can.
we managed to snap a photo of the drooling redneck and one of his fellow riders before turning
around and heading down the trail.