1st annual Feral Cow ride

bin Rydin ~ that deviouse twit
that he thought he might be sometime be bin on tyme yuk~
had sent the front forks and rear end to race tech inc

turns out that he had ridin the piss out of bonnie meadowes
XR 250 plus something whatever cc thing...babe

the chard remains of her legs were displayed ~ dismayed
for all the race tech technitions to be aware of

HOW MANY MILES
must a bonnie go down
before she can be a 650?

(sing along)

and how many trails shall these forks endure
before they get seals and oil blown or evaporate?

and how many rocks and roots
will it take
before bin rydin will pay big bucks?
to ride the trail so free...

the answer my fiend
is rydin on the trail

the answer is just behind the time sweeps~~~

how many sweepers
would it take
to point a clueless one ~ to a checkpoint home
how many sweepers could it take
to provide a stake holders claime

the answer my fiend
is in a blown tube,
the answer, is a blown tube and munched rim

(sing alonge)

so how many sweepers would it take
to endure, a two daze ride in these times?

how many lawyers, how many friends
to traverse these publics lands?

the answer my fiends
is blowin past your minds
the answer is blowin past your conceptionZ~~~

so yesterdaze junta with California State Parks representatives
was a ride in a rock garten so as naught to speak clearly
the slimeinattitudeinal laughing trail
is definately not to be riden EVER again accccording to these experts
in sand ecology

if one little ant were to peak its head out of the sand
these great mono liths of illeagal land transfears

would be naught
yet there be guts or balls
\
a slap on the rump is ?
but no one seems to have these anymore

to see a one legged man follow such crazy trail as i would
STAND AGAINST the very system that you mighty riders pretend
you DO NOT SEE in front of your face...

it makes and old never was rider on an old never was bike
ashamed

if you do not get up on that pipe to save the trails you ride

you can climb a hill with a ten thousand dollar bike
but you can't stand up at a greenie meating

us oregon coasties are not often bothered by rain
oh you get the occasional half mile wide landslide
so you just kind of scope out where
to put the new trail
it is a lot of work
but that is why i have all those stupid looking racks on my bike

i have noticed that very few trail users
come to these fun rides
so equiped
their bikes are basically un equiped to do any work
let alone fix a common flat tire

am i hitting a nerve yet?
perhaps you think that Tawm should read
volumes of literature
and save a trail for you to ride?

hey i have a day job to pay for my ride
and so does Tom

so i am going to throw this in YOUR face

exactly how many UN forest meetings did you go to
exactly how many times did you stand up
exactly how many letter did you write
exactly how many times did you get in its face

so when the 15th annual black dog
pulls out on highway 26
and goes past still creek...



perhaps you will be on a goldwing
and it will be XM, all the way

California State Parks did an outstanding event the other day
they rented a hall for 60 at the most
and had a turnout of over 600

you had grandma and her kids standing in line
a cop at the door
to let you in
and when you got in...
the whole hell spinnes eternal thing

was trapped down in some watershead

bin Rydin quickly extricated itself
from the mire

your billions of California green sticker, gas tax, and OHV monies
stolen> diverted to the general fund

yep grey daze and ar noid punch
post some more later

seems that Del Norte County California just off loaded a couple of "greenz"

the In cumbiant "sarra samples" was soundly whiped
(you can see her in stocks ~)

well it was a SmaLl price to pay for those no bile county supervizors

to close riding on the beach forever...

the voters cast them overboard

Bonnie Meadowes twitches her ass around the subject matter at hand
slithering here bald nobbes
makes bin Rydin and rumsfelt more likely to wake up and take note

all the kings asses and all the kings men
could naught put America
back together again

the trails close around you with might
while freedom is scattered
on earth ~ the other side

I slow down to check on the side of trail carnage
they wave me on with "its just a blown tube"

do you need air or a patch?
we got it handled
high centered on a rock...

axle in hand
the neo american fondles
its nut and bolts

grade eight tensle strenght
the thread holds

against that tourquing twist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

and adamant as the trail rider was...

it all came down to estuant wetlandz Vs Balls and Overies

I realize this thread started a LONG time ago but I have to ask ... what proof is the juice? Mayhaps the kids were taking dictation and you had nothing to do with the speeelling? Sorry, had to ask.

your wish has been granted
carefull what you ask for

(spell checker off mode)

If bin Rydin wrote like a regular person, I don't think we would be able to tell the Rydin how the writin' 'bout the ridin' should be, or could we? All I know is, the ol' Bonnie Meadowes knows how to Riddle! I still am trying to figure out his first post. Wish he didn't ride so darned good so a sweepster could catch up on the trail. Now that I think about it, the other two (or at least one) of them Mountainian Hills had to have sweep assistance at previous NWT&T rides. I think that has bloomed into more than one Friendship. MaybLee bin Rydin had them ridin' on the pipe so well that the 'Dog catchers had no chance of catchin' them. Just glad to see a lot of good people and good friends at these rides. Thanks all for being there! Danno (no relation to Frank Noe, or Stephano)

I like the concept
its got my giggleplex engaged

you have a few wind up bin Rydins
being swept by a few wind up Dannos

I mene in stead of that damn badmitton game
(i always get a one or a two on that particular "skill")
but i mean i came here to ride a bike, not play birdie fly
Badmitton is over in the jungles of England somewhere..... i think?

i mean Christ, we should get points for coming out of
Sunday mornings blue ribbon trail AlIve~~~
I was having a cigarette at the first p[ath of gravel after that
and i could just feel the Sunday Morning SALIVATION

of Riders as they rode by
it was truly A RELIGIOUSE
"OH GOD" I"M SAVED" "HOLIE GRAVEL" type of experience

you could sit there at the start point with one check crew
and click off the day/hour/minute/ second...of the victims. i mean riders arrival,
then with Tawms high tech checknian crew you could...

subtract points for those who do it three times or more backwards
add points for those who run out of gas in there (hard luck trophie maybe)
within a mile of when they first hopped over the first blowdown

i think that was where bigfoot was ???

no but i did see (THE SAME SEX LOG) i think
(perhaps it was a different sex each time i went by it from a different angle???

double the points for those who sniffed out clapped out close pins
with faint three year old orange ribbon
under the scrubery from several years ago, furkin quad druple the points

~HEY IT WORKED FOR ME~

i am still pickin splinters from those moldy old close pins

BTW ~ when i hit "caUtion downhill"
it just felt like home
being on the chart at swamp spot OnE
made it all better

don't tell anyone but there is a swamp spot lookalike on a trail nearby
(don't ask how i know that)

last time i went in that morass, I was running a clogged up K&N

~ MeMoRies~

you know this whole thing about speaking in understandable ENGLISH
in this "country" of immigrants" ???

Well the Pew Charitable 16 worlirled oder
just released a study...

it cost a lot of pre lube and a couple of freedom of information blackout sessions down in Tecate

but Dr. Bin Rydin and his con sorting side kick
"nearly Miss" Bonnie Meadowes...
agent XR 276.58 cc to the clan

(aM i SpeaKinG in EnGlaSs yet ?)

bin, in a brief grief con ference agreed to take remeadial punk rock english as soon as his heavy shedual of hashing it out with the Lebonise
dirt bike rocket clubbers pipe bonkers
quits lobbing aphgannnie poppie flower fireworks over halfia

"even seasoned Dacar dirt bikers are having trouble getting out of Lebonnon"
said bin
there is so much smoke...

perhaps not even Ellen or Karen can de cipher
the waywards face slapping off camber twigs
of a GOOD bin Rydin expirience...
yet we may in racoon face aproche

near to Gods innocsence devine

that fine line of Balence...
where the art of words of english
twine with thought and fly

crazy bike bonnie switchback
hides in plane sight

well olde bonnie been tuckered out it seemed
she wert a byte confusilated
wernt her old self at all
by any means

had to drag her ass into the trailer
(NSA deleted the photos)

for the second annulaue "Feral Cow" hey what the furk you doin ride...

so up to the campspot before daybreak
have a beer or two ~ you sot
git up before daybreak
cause you got a water truck

pumping the daylights out of the creek
right next to your bonnie truck

HO HO HO
who would not go
HO HO HO
without Java ?"

off in the daylights dawning hour
plenty of caffine under my brow

across the road and up the trail
sent bin rydin off on a mission to trail
a whole lot of dead ends and boreing rode
a talk with a seventy year old resident

sent bonnie off to bed

early in the mornind before day light
the water truck de dusted the road again
and this time ole bonnie was sure and balenced
tho the morn was as cold as the eve

and many a poor dead ends were placed before her

yet she pearservered
and there is now a good days ride
out of here...

but they took down the feral cow trap
yet I saw a couple of really choise brown tan ones chompin
by an old log pond

you have to hold on tight
while you let totally loose

I know its only been two years
but the Feral Cow ride is now up to three volentiers
suckers that that were
Will Histlebeard and Shelby came over to camp out and burn a few
new trails in
the weather was awesome ~ dust was minimal
carnagage was really low
I think will had one little tip over, shelby got a pimple
and i had a run in with a reeeeezilliant downed tan oak tree
very little blood was spilled
and we all got excellent tank mileage
which was good because i never figured out it would be 98 miles to the lunch gas stop
but in my defence i did call ahead to see if they were still there, had gas, had 92 octaine gas, and were open till 8 PM

which was good
because when we got to the lunch stop (half way point)

i had a back up plan...

"RUN LIKE HELL"

it worked and we all got back at dark thirthesty
and drank a lot until i had some dead carnage and veges to serve near 10 PM
the feral cow contraption had been removed
however ther were just awesome Azalies in full Autume color
I see the MRA ran a quite "Exciteing" "off trail"
rope em up the cliff divers ride on the Briggs
simotainiousely
tally ho
bin there...