Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Some surprises you really aren't dressed for.
I think they were trying to kill me.
My ass, thighs, lower back and blistered thumbs agree. But my desire to go fast like Ricky Bobby saved me, as I left the old man in the dirt and paved my own way through 40 acres of hard packed motocross and 4- wheeler terrain, only to arrive at the lodge and have a woman pull me aside and confide, "I gotta tell you, when I first saw you, I thought you didn't look at all like the kind of person who would do this."
It's nice to maintain my mysterious aura.
Posted by linda sands