Our state is burning like my quads on a moderate incline.
This type of sweeping wildire is a natural occurrence and only becomes a problem because we the people are so densely packed in to this place that we can’t get out of our own way. Why can’t this fire just burn through the strip malls, the gated communities, the salt marsh condos, and leave the real Florida alone?
Hambone and I drove 50 miles round trip in order to ride 7 miles out at the Lines Tract trail in Gadsden county. I think that might elicit some demerits from Al Gore, but hey, I frickin’ rode my bike right?
And that’s what is important here.
Although the fires are 100 miles away, our lovely town was choking in a blanket of smoke and ash yesterday. The 10th Ave gang (now the 10th/Monticello BoyZ) played manic roving Bocci ball oblivious to the haze.
After 10 minutes of that I balked and retreated. Bob, “Splinter Cell” quipped, “You won’t do so well during the apocalypse if you can’t handle this”.
We’ll just wait and see who does well in the Apocalypse! I’ve been stockpiling cans of tuna for 20 years.
I have a discreet problem in which I would like to enlist your support. A beloved member of the BRC team was recently pinched by the man (spit!) for covert trail developments. If you are in the know you may know a thing or two about this and understand the debt we all owe this person for his dedication to trails, Tallahassee, and the spirit of community over commercialism. He is our own David Allen Coe and he needs our help. E-mail me to learn more at firstname.lastname@example.org. $3,000 is a relevant figure.
If you ever ride east to the park, then pony up.