we're having a hard time deciding we need to bring all our shit and drive into blm desert land (about 1 mile) with the guns, tannerite and targets for... handgun training close quarters combat stuff, not like a range day. my gun club is nice but so much is missing. reality is missing. we did want to throw a leg over and do a nice desert morning ride. they have nice roads out there. just open for miles & go through joshua tree ( about 2 miles from his house) with long sweeping twisties awesome vistas, I can smell my leathers and my helmet smells good
...fap!fap!fap!
generally im not fun to bike with. I always crash dirt biking (but i keep doing it). now this day we were back in the mountians of big bear over a coupla creeks. i broke my leg my bikes on top of me and im yelling get the camera!! it was my first notable crash. and i had to do a ride report... well any way my shifting leg was broke. i couldnt get out of 1st gear. i couldnt stand upfor the woops, every bump ever piece of sand the seem of my panties was bitting into my ass. my ttle yammy isnt a sport touring bike like the busa ( i dont drive those). the prepper in me was cool, my break and clutch levers broke. i had extras in my bike bag. i didnt cry or nothing we rode back a good 2.5 hours (cause i couldnt shift) loaded up the bikes, dropped off my friend and drove an additional 2 hours home. i still enjoyed myself. totally. i dont know that story had a point. but i enjoyed telling you.
but not this time, i have a tarp for the back of his nissan titan king cab, ill fill that up the night before so we can go ******* swimming in the back of his truck after shootin in the desert. and this time he buys the beer
