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New Hampshah Jeff, Ned, and I planned to make a quick englan through Epping, looping back to meet Daniel K2ride and Thierry Kawasakinovthe crazy Canadians zey are a verrry frenschat the Dunkin Donuts around hrs. We'd then scope the Sluys further afield. Leaving the house, it didn't take us long to run into a roadblock, evidence of a recent thunderstorm. I think Ned was a bit surprised as Englanf pulled a hatchet from my backpack, making short but sweaty work out of the obstruction.
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay Ned Jeff Airhead Unfortunately, I had left my camera sitting on the seat of my nee while we worked, and it got knocked into the sand when someone moved the bike to clear Sluts in new england brush out of the way. Slutd, I say "unfortunately", Sluts in new england not for the reason you might expect; I hate this fucking camera Sony somethingorother.
While I'd dearly love to see it go and be replaced with another Canon which was stolen on vacation a year agoI've been threatening Mrs. PackMule that I'd "accidently" drop it so as to have an excuse to get rid of it. Of course, now that it had been accidentally dropped into the sand, she'd never believe that Humpty Dumpty wasn't pushed Fearing her wrath, I frantically tried to pop the lens assembly back into place and hoped that it would survive the rest of the weekend.
We played on the sand track for a bit, then made our way over to the DD, where the Canadians were nowhere to be seen. At about that moment, the skies opened up in heavenly downpour. Ned asked whether we thought it would rain for the rest of the afternoon; Jeff and I agreed that it was just a transient thunderstorm, and we decided it would be a good time to grab a bite to eat while the storm passed.
Pictures from the rest of the afternoon are scarce, as suffice it to say, the rain never stopped. While I don't think any one spot got more than 20 or 30 minutes of rain, we happened to travel in such a path that Daffy Duck's cloud pissed on us the whole time. Jeff did a little more logging with his headand he even got down on the ground to inspect some timber on several occasions. Ned gave us both the chance to ride thewhich is an impressive machine.
Going from the KLR and back again, though, took a bit of adjustment. Having just stopped to swap bikes again, Airhead doomed us by proclaiming that "we couldn't possibly get any wetter than we already are. Unaccustomed to such wet conditions, Ned had fun with the water crossings and mud holes. Skillz is skillz, though, and we kept a good pace despite the conditions. Ned's SuperTanker Airhead didn't have to walk the across this one.
Guess he's learned something since the SP Rally.