Man I get to slackin when summer is around. If I had to do this as part of my job I’d probably be a little more punctual, but hey, you’re getting what you pay for.
So what was it, a couple weeks ago already? We went to Rickreall for Justine’s birthday and there were a ton of metal people I didn’t know. It was kind of cool to be around a bunch strangers. I would estimate around six of us were of the bike persuasion amongst the fifty to sixty metalheads. It was pretty fun and I think we all got along great.
We parked Marv out in between the hazelnut orchard and the wheat field, which is hands down the best spot at the farm. Waking up with the view of the coast range is always a pleasant treat.
Cory showed up a little while after we did and we proceeded to tear up the pump track with Ryan.
It was then that I realized that I had brought a bunch of hot dogs to the grill and forgot all about them until a couple hours later. So I ate a couple clif bars. Not the best way to fuel a night of drinking, but it did the trick.
When the sun went down the bands started turning up the volume. It was pretty wicked watching a metal show in the woods. The only band I watched was Cull who were nothing short of awesome. I believe this was the first show of a multi city tour, so that was even cooler.
That’s what I remember about that weekend. Oh and I rode home on Sunday from the farm. The hangover I built on Saturday gave way after sixty miles and that was it. Summer is almost over though.