Friday, March 21, 2014

Back in Crescent City

A few years ago a few old friends and I were having a riding day with quads and dirt dikes on a warm summer day.  We were all riding something weather it be a hunting quad,race quad,Enduro,or a dirt bike that we owned.  Then one of my friends had the good idea to tie up a old plastic truck bed liner to his hunting quad and pull us around in it while he drives like a maniac.  None of my friends wanted to do it so I said ill go first and if I it I did they all had to next.  So I hop in the liner expecting my friend to take her easy the first time unaware that he wanted to be a speed racer and fly threw all his gears like a crazy person.  Anyways i'm in the back of this thing holding on for dear life while my best friend since the second grade is hauling butt trying to drift the dang thing laughing so hard I doubt he could even see were he was going.  Finally he stops and I jump out of that death trap in a matter of a second trying to keep a straight and not let anyone know that it is sketchy as all hell so they will get in it and I can finally drive like the maniac.  They finally get in the truck bed liner and its my turn to ride the quad so I ride straight into this big field hauling making them go sideways and then all of a sudden one of em fall out and roll off about a good 15 feet and stands up and says I don't want to do that anymore.  So we are all laughing because we thought it was funny when a friend got hurt or wimped out of something only because we were all close friend since the second grade.  lastly we ended all the riding by going to McDonalds in our dirty riding cloths and ordering a whole lot of burgers and relaxing for the rest of the day.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014


my dirt bike is red
i will ride it all day long
my muscles will ache.