I just want to set the record straight that I'm not crazy, maybe I don't know how to use this POS computer but that don't make me crazy.I was just trying to make some nameless person (FJ40LVR) fulfill a promise he made and then the name callin' starts.
I'm usually open for a sunday run and Blues Dawg was talking about a local trip and I thought I might be able to shame FJ40LVR into leading us to his secret spot at sycamore creek.
I'm usually open for a sunday run and Blues Dawg was talking about a local trip and I thought I might be able to shame FJ40LVR into leading us to his secret spot at sycamore creek.
you have not heard the tale of the dirt bike that tried to ram my Piggy off the trail
nearly as well. He snapped his leg above the knee, and we medi-vaced him ou
t in an empty FJ60. My Piggy was nearly
the bumper. Odd thing is, I was stopped dead in the trail:whoops: when he hit me. He knew it could have been worse. When the paramedics loaded him into the meatwagon, he told me he was very glad that he bounced off the bumper, as opposed to going all the way under and getting driven over. Certainly, bikes and quads can be a hazard on the trail, and I do watch out for them, but there is an old international standard that everyone should be familiar with: SIZE WINS!!!
I spent a long time riding a bicycle in the orient, and I learned this lesson well. JOhn