After a half day of messing with rookies bike (using every tool in the shop but my own), we head to grayville, although some parts are still needing replacement..  The pimp mobile follows me with delapadated blue bullit in tow, fancy bikerag sticker in the rear window..   We arrive to a whole parking lot full of riders and im releaved that PMD's alread there!!  So We have a still bleach stained Gi-Jane, A super Skirt SSK, A joe dirt, Zebra man, Hard Yellow, QM (with a big grin), MM (thats mostly muscles formerly arnold ready for an excursion), TTT, brick, HLM, Hot Lips, Puke, PMD, Crash Test, Rookie and I forgett who else..   Big Bird (artist formerly known as FOCKER, or Pissalot, or seniore'P) promised to show but no dice, hes not allowed east of the river these days, probably lost his bike in the white mountains last weekend, or locked it to a pole at the oyster bar..  DOH..   In BB defense I heard he was grabbing poles down at prime climb..   Dr Suess, still afraid to ride with us pulls a no show, but since he is the "invisible man", I expect nothing less, im sure of course hell start calling himself the invinsible man with his new high level race testosterone..

The train leaves - choo choo - all abroad, yes abroad..  We find GI on the trail licking peanut butter off his dog and ride on..  Kona jumps off the bridge sick of all that sexuall abuse and gets the bridge wet..   TTT leading from behind neglects to tell GI "your going the wrong way - you know like steve martin and john candy movie - PT&A"..   So I lassued him and we rode on, already confused, find a new rock line, new for me, nice thinly peaked rock, suitable for JR-T..   To petit blind faith (translation short and fat), to UN-log ride, to single track..  We wait, we wait..  Rookie lost his gears, PMD is just lost..  So I abandon the group in search of my mistress and actually coordinate a meeting place with TTT - top of rock trail..    DOuble back, give rookie escortgo service home, find PMD pumping on the ground..   Perfect timing....  PHEW...  See ya rookie!!   So we go up, with help from PMD find our way to the rock trail.. Nobody's there, they must be ahead, onward...   Finally we BUT right into the group, who has become so close they birthed another group on the way up..   I opt to be anti=social and continue riding the trail in the proper direction.. Trail is awesome..  new stuff, new rock paths, place is practially landscaped in parts..   New see saw, new reall consequences bridge of death, some jumps, new signs..  PMD rides the see saw for redemtion..   Up to log ride we find the group again and actually ride with them.. MM land on the ground next to some rungs..   I heard he did a pretty big drop early, 2 times a charm...  Hot lips likes my furry balls "I like your balls", I of course turned red and asked if she wanted to touch them, she declined since there was a crowd..

To the Holey Trail..   Group waits to ride leaves..   Drop One, QM hucks, I put the camera down as MM hucks and he went OTB in slow motion, planting his bike and face in the dirt..   Meanwhile HLM QM's..   2nd try MM goes sideways and peels up some more trail..  3rd time, sweet..   HLM wheelie drops it - perrrfect!!    Nice HLM.. 

Lots of flies - Ride on - stunts, need some work, just a little and a good blowing, like most of the rag crew...  Back home, we assimilate in the parking lot and decide where not to eat..  GI & SSK QM'ed  the social post ride carbo-laoding but feared a testosterone filled vodka slugging fest (which it was), so went home for dairy queen..  So Brick, TTT, QM and myself - had some EYEtalian food, drinks and even got carded..  Lots of great banter including free financial advice from QM (how not to invest) and electronic sales pitch of V-brick for the new 25,000 dolla bikerag wireless helmet web cam system so people don't have to leave there homes to ride with us..

Great Game - It was nice to only have to ride with you for a few feet, think ill make a habbit of this..  So the rating is simple, one wet shirt, 2 necks, 4 arms and 4 perky nipples, one brass pole..  What am I???   2 strippers at work, back to back in the same bikerag xl white T-shirt stuck with a brass pole between there ass cheeks.  The good news is they will never turn there back on you..  Thank QM for bringing his high pressure super soaker camel back in the strip club...  

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