This weekend was interesting. On Friday night I decided to go out and photograph the carnival that was in town. After a few comments from people saying take my picture, I finally got irritated and I started giving smart assed comments back. The last dude I told I can take the picture but he can’t be in it. I thought that I got some good shots from the carnival.
On Saturday I slacked until the afternoon and then went for a ride. I managed 19.5 ave solo for the 40 miles that I did. It is finally nice to get the speed back. The thing I have to work on now is hills, so I don’t have a massive heart attack as I TRY to climb them.
Sunday I decided it was time to go and ride the mountain bike somewhere where I haven’t been before. I went up to Langlade and decided to attack some of the trails around there. After riding those trails I forgot how much I would love to have a full suspension bike again. They are some AWESOME trails. I had a guide to help me navigate the tornado damaged sections. I managed to fall off of one of the big obstacles that are up there, all I have to show from it is some scratches on my right leg. The trails remind me somewhat of bluemounds because of all of the rocks in the trails and really tight sections. If you haven’t been there I would recommend it.
On Monday I decided to go and photograph the parade and the car show. I forgot how much these small town parades suck. I don’t mean to take away anything for the people that they are trying to show case, veterans. The people that line up at the back of the parade are the low lives of the town. They have their “race car” and are revving the piss out of it. Their V8 sounds like crap as it backfires while revving up. Then you have the trucking companies trucks lined up, the guy has a stretched out truck with a train horn on it, so when he pulls the string you can hear the thing from about a mile away. Then they decided to jake brake their truck as the rev it up and slow down, I never knew that was so cool to do.
The car show was interesting, some of the cars there were cool and it is interesting to see how much time and dedication it takes to build one of those. Then you get some redneck who decides to put his jacked up piece of shit in there and decides to call it a show truck. My old Ford Ranger was of the same caliber as some of those trucks. It seems like the truck was telling all the guys with mullets to come over by me and drool.
Later
