Well it all began with a simple request from Hottie. We were running a little low on soda, now anyone who follows my podcast or blog know that we currently in the middle of nowhere. Now when I say nowhere I mean 12 miles from what would have been a stage stop in the old west (and not a very popular one). To get there from our hacienda you must first traverse 8.9 miles of primitive road! As some of know I ride a green machine Little Peppie a 50cc scooter capable of a blistering 43mph flat out. Now on a downgrade with a tail wind I can exceed normal limits and hit speeds of up to 64mph, off course up hill my progress can deep to 10mph. So I decide to ride little peppie to town to grab some soda, a subway sammy, and some smokes for (I likes to smoke when I eat Hottie).
I check the air in little peps rubbers, fill him up with gas and of course check the oil. Grab my helmet and hit the road. First I realize that lp's suspension travel is not that of a normal off road vehicle. I quickly realize the genius of standing up when negotiating the rougher sections of the ride. After a few close "OH SH%$%^T calls" In a mere 29 minutes I arrive at real asphalt and begin what began as such a pleasant ride through the birthplace of the Mother Road. At this point the wind as picked up considerately and I'm off directly into the wind. Have you ever seen a bird in the wind that seems to float and go nowhere while trying to fly into the wind? I can tell you you the feeling is glorious for about 30 seconds then I began having flashbacks to my childhood in the family car and my brother and I asking my continually are we there yet.
I do finally arrive order a couple of subs then to the local store. And has usual they don't have the soda I need so I buy a couple of things then off to store number two. I finally stock little peppie with all that is needed for a couple more days at our boon dock abode, as I prepare to mount little peppie I'm questioned by a couple of the locals. Little Peppie has caught their attention the first comment lobbed my way is from one of two ladies bargaining with the schwan guy. They are impressed with the way lp's seat can be raised to open a storage area for my supplies they begin to advise me on how I should pack lps compartment properly. I finally break free from ant Bea and Felma Lou and begin the trek back to the road. Somehow from the time I had left the house till now the wind had completely reversed itself and I now fighting the wind again.
I reach the dirt road check my clock and discover I have missed a check in time with Hottie, I should explain our cell phones work everywhere except where we live and I mean where we live I can walk up on the mountain a couple hundred yards and I can get out. Anyway I pull out a walkie talkie type radio that Hottie and have brought to communicate during these times. I make a check in call then I'm off. I'm now fighting the wind which is in my face. This presents dust head on and a barrage of tumble weeds testing Little Peppie and my ability to take a hit and keep going. As I run this gauntlet I miss a cue to stand up during a intense washboard section. I now realize that I should brought some type of balm at the store. I'm now contemplating singing falsetto in the local choir. Next I discover I'm being dogged, literally by two prairie dogs who are out running little peppie! These little critters actually were able to hold a speed of like 7 mile an hour for about 200 yards. The little guys disappear as fast as they appeared then I discover why. I've picked up a tail it's group of vultures who must think I'm not going to make it! This increases my will to survive and I remember all my boy scout training. suddenly I have this urge to go on to out run these vultures little Peppie and I hit the gas dodge some wild donkeys, run through some heavy brush and I break free not more than a half mile from home. Well I arrive and all is well.
I tell Hottie of my adventure she simply replies "Whatever"
That's all for now please check the Podcast! Oh and look at this school play below!
Radio Free David Lee
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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