Picture Page Two From 08

Some More Pictures and Still More to Come

I've got a few repeats in here that were on the last page.
I may go back and clear them out... maybe not. I had three folders and some were in an 'as is' state, just how they were downloaded from the camera and some were retouched for red eye or cropping... so it got confusing.









































Chris had a mishap that I forgot to write about.
But this picture of him in pain made me recall it now. He was blasting through the woods giving Ronny and Russell a run. Now I'm not sayin' he was hot shotting, but he was banging bars with these guys and trying to get up front. The trail goes off to the right to a wooden snowmobile bridge over a water gully. Chris saw the chance to get ahead and tried to shoot the gully. Apparently he didn't make it without a price.
There's always a price isn't there?! Shortcuts aren't always shorter.
Crash and burn. As we crossed the bridge, we just saw him draggin' himself up out of another gully that he had bounced, crashed, rolled and fell into after he cased the far bank of the first gully.
"Pulled" a crotch muscle, he said. Or more likely banged the boys into the tank or the bars. Couldn't walk, couldn't stand and sure couldn't sit down. Pete went on to catch up, I went back to Camp with Chris real slow on the road. It was my first ride of the season, let alone my first ride in Maine that weekend and we had only gone about six miles. I was beat already. I'm not gettin' old mind you...
I'm just going on ahead to check it out for the rest of you.
I'll report back 'After' I get there.

First you crawl, and then you walk,
Before to long you start to talk.
As time goes by, you start to stoop...
Getting old is pigeon poop.

Get well Chris. Come back and run with them Big Dawgs again next year.























That ain't right.
Damn kids.