got camp all ready to go, bike is dialed. i’ve heard horror stories of poison oak and people frantically gearing down their bikes because the trail is so steep.
screw that, real men ride what they brought.
2:1 4ever.
i had every intention of going to the bowling alley for the party tonight, but hooked up with team bacon strip from reno and had some beers and some laughs with them here at camp.
rumor is that the location for next year will be decided by some combination of drunken antics and bowling scores. i’ll let ya’ll know when i know more.
i’m turning in, peace out.