wrote:
A nice ride in the great cool air late Saturday
morning. To only be atacked by white and horse flies that carried
off chunks of flesh. It didn't matter if the skin was bare or not.
Now I got to **** so get off the trail and open my fly and about 9
feet theirs the only rider I've seen all morning saying hi while I
pull up my fly. He keeps on riding. I ride on but not the same way
he went. Awhile later **** time again and here he is while I'm
pulling up my fly say I was going to do that too. He wants to know
where the good singletracks since he never rode the area. So I send
him off to the best day or night Singletrack with lot of everything
needed hills, mud,roots,and slick rock. So fly down the trail.

Crazy creates quite a...um, BUZZ when he rides.

Bill "enough details, thanks" S.