05-21-2012, 07:13 PM
At least most of you did if I missed seeing you at the Ladies Ride this past weekend at Blackwell. And I'm not talking about just being there for the ride either.
But before I get to the shocking part, I gotta tell ya this ride was definitely unique starting with my trip down. I had a fairly uneventful trip until I was on the other side of Martinsville heading south for Bloomington. That's when I noticed a flatbed semi on the other side of the 4 lane heading north. Nothing unusual about that. I glanced at his load and wasn't sure what it was until one of a load of port-a-johns came off the back and started flipping end over end across the meridian toward me! It missed my rig, Praise the Lord!, and bounced off somewhere behind me. Where, I have no idea, and I wasn't about to stop to find out. But that thing looked huge coming at me across U.S. 37.
For the first time I can remember, the weather was hot! And not one drop of rain! Dry, dry, dry. Made for excellent trail conditions through Charles Deam Wilderness Area. I'm just thankful that it had rained down there about a day before the ride leaving a few pools of water in the creeks for the horses to drink.
And I broke down and bought me a Coleman cooler that's supposed to keep ice in 90 degree heat for 5 days. I figured if I got 3 days, I'd be doing good. 3 days later, I still had ice that had not melted! I've never had a cooler that keeps ice like this one. Well worth the buy.
But that's not what you gals missed. Are you ready for this? Because you won't believe it. Okay, no more suspense tactics. Here it is, and I hope you're sitting down. I just wish I would've had my camera handy. Those of you that have attended the Ladies Ride know that on Saturday evening we have a huge pitch-in dinner at the picnic shelter followed by a gift exchange and getting-to-know each other session. So there we were. About 60 to 70 women sitting in our camp chairs in a big circle when those sitting across the circle from me start whooping and hollering. More women joined in. I looking off toward the drive and what do I see but a guy--I kid you not--riding through camp buck naked. Well, not quite buck naked, but close enough. All he was wearing was his boots and a baseball cap with his chubby buns (and other things) jiggling all the way. I do believe he would've looked better dressed. Honest. I also think he knew we'd be there and did it entirely for our benefit. Regardless, this is one Ladies Ride that will go down in history... and I know of at least one woman, and maybe two, that snapped him on their cameras.
But before I get to the shocking part, I gotta tell ya this ride was definitely unique starting with my trip down. I had a fairly uneventful trip until I was on the other side of Martinsville heading south for Bloomington. That's when I noticed a flatbed semi on the other side of the 4 lane heading north. Nothing unusual about that. I glanced at his load and wasn't sure what it was until one of a load of port-a-johns came off the back and started flipping end over end across the meridian toward me! It missed my rig, Praise the Lord!, and bounced off somewhere behind me. Where, I have no idea, and I wasn't about to stop to find out. But that thing looked huge coming at me across U.S. 37.
For the first time I can remember, the weather was hot! And not one drop of rain! Dry, dry, dry. Made for excellent trail conditions through Charles Deam Wilderness Area. I'm just thankful that it had rained down there about a day before the ride leaving a few pools of water in the creeks for the horses to drink.
And I broke down and bought me a Coleman cooler that's supposed to keep ice in 90 degree heat for 5 days. I figured if I got 3 days, I'd be doing good. 3 days later, I still had ice that had not melted! I've never had a cooler that keeps ice like this one. Well worth the buy.
But that's not what you gals missed. Are you ready for this? Because you won't believe it. Okay, no more suspense tactics. Here it is, and I hope you're sitting down. I just wish I would've had my camera handy. Those of you that have attended the Ladies Ride know that on Saturday evening we have a huge pitch-in dinner at the picnic shelter followed by a gift exchange and getting-to-know each other session. So there we were. About 60 to 70 women sitting in our camp chairs in a big circle when those sitting across the circle from me start whooping and hollering. More women joined in. I looking off toward the drive and what do I see but a guy--I kid you not--riding through camp buck naked. Well, not quite buck naked, but close enough. All he was wearing was his boots and a baseball cap with his chubby buns (and other things) jiggling all the way. I do believe he would've looked better dressed. Honest. I also think he knew we'd be there and did it entirely for our benefit. Regardless, this is one Ladies Ride that will go down in history... and I know of at least one woman, and maybe two, that snapped him on their cameras.
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