Me & my nearly bald tire taking a break on West Virginia 219. This trip was it’s last hurrah.
I’m sitting here looking at this picture and recalling standing there on the side of the road after a few hours of excellent riding with my mates. We’d just passed a horse with her foal not 100 yards back at a farm close to the road. Behind me a new begining. Ahead, a blind corner with a road unseen. Such is life.
You can look at these rules and really laugh. Blurt out a nice hearty chuckle at their rediculous absurdity. That is of course, until you realize that each one of them was written becase people do those things.
The rules in the men’s room at the Gap. One of my spies grabbed this for me. He shall be known here forth as Secret Squirrel.