morning! forward progresston!
boom! 6:52 here on the west coast and im up. was up an hour ago. woo! riding has been awesome. the people are amazing. this should be called "the-rad-people-riding-for-youth-centers tour" yeah. the first day of riding was smooth. a fuckin breeze, aside from the 5 mile hill we had at the end. we did 67.5 the first day. yesterday we rode into portland, or, clicking the trip counter another 77 miles in our favor. combined, we had 7 flat tires on the way here yesterday. whoa. 2 were mine (front AND back). but we got a couple of bike dudes with us who got their shit down, so we're set. i did 32 miles an hour down a soaking wet hill. scary. dont do it. today we have 80+ miles ahead of us. yikes. i didnt get to bed til like 11:30 last nite. i know, sounds early, huh? well, i went to bed at 8:30 the other nite, but thats with getting up at 6am and riding, so you know. went out, joel and i dominated a pool table for a bit, i drank $2 pints of sierra nevada pale ale. awesome. so much is happening i cant remember, so these posts mite get scattered. there are just so many laughs and small things that make this all so awesome, but i cant really track them down when i finally get to the computer. i guess youll have to wait til i get home to get the whole story, only then itll be me talking and not making sense, as opposed to this blog. nature out here dominates new york's pathetic attempt at forests. just huge trees everywhere, spiking into the sky. ive seen a lot of horses. i actually had a dialogue with one of them. it went something like this:
me: hey, horse, what's good?
horse: i'll kick you.
me: fuck off, horse. i wont get close enough to you because im smart and avoid your kind.
horse: my kind? you racist?
me: no, im horsist.
horse: (random horse noises)
shit......this update is gonna be short, because everyone is leaving without me. i'll write again soon. i'll call you guys at some point too.
kisses,
shawn
me: hey, horse, what's good?
horse: i'll kick you.
me: fuck off, horse. i wont get close enough to you because im smart and avoid your kind.
horse: my kind? you racist?
me: no, im horsist.
horse: (random horse noises)
shit......this update is gonna be short, because everyone is leaving without me. i'll write again soon. i'll call you guys at some point too.
kisses,
shawn
2 Comments:
Hey hey shawn walker,
Its your good friend, Brandon, sporting a raging neck in my pants. Im whippin that fuckin neck out... uhh oohh Roadhouse is on and its ready to fuckin go, wish you were here to catch my sloppy batch of love sauce for me, looks like ill just have to pop one into a genny can instead. Sounds like your trip is going well, thats alot of fuckin miles your covering there, holy shit. You gotta be beat as hell. Well ill be here waiting for you when you come home with a chilled down 30 rack and a hot neck.
Talk to you later man.... HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Oh yeah HAPPY BIRTHDAY too by the way.
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