Just got back from Nemadji. It was wet, slippery and a hella good time. The bike to quad ratio was 10:1 this time. There was a lot of bikes. I even got to play chicken again
. This time it was with a CRF. I Thought for sure I was going to tag the fucker. Missed his stupid ass by mere inches. I had to throw my bike down and yell to him that there were kids coming down the trail (along with a few select hand gestures). If I could have found a rock, I would have wailed it at his head. I have a feeling that one of these days it's going to turn ugly.
I guess that's what happens when you have a 2 way race track in the middle of a forest. ;)
The best part. MY OLD GRILL IS STILL SITTING AT THE CAMPSITE! I couldn't believe it. I got a good laugh out of that.