cap'n
Junior Member
I know I told a couple of you this story, but the night before, I was at the corner of 100 and Stratton Arlington Road at West Wardsboro, picking up firewood to camp near Grout Pond...
right here:
doing this:
So I was strapping the 2 bundles of wood onto the fizzer in the parking lot, and I heard bikes coming by out on the road, which was a hundred feet away or so, and when I looked up it was like 15 FZ6's or variants thereof. I almost **** m'self. I started waving my hands over my head like Gilligan at a cruise ship, out of sheer surprise I guess at seeing so many fizzers at one time. But nobody saw me, because you were all coming to a stop and taking a right.
I got back to the campsite and told my buddy on the bonnie what I saw, and then the next day, lo and behold but there some of you were again. ...The first, and possibly last, day that my bike got looked at and his got ignored. It was Bizarro World.
right here:
doing this:
So I was strapping the 2 bundles of wood onto the fizzer in the parking lot, and I heard bikes coming by out on the road, which was a hundred feet away or so, and when I looked up it was like 15 FZ6's or variants thereof. I almost **** m'self. I started waving my hands over my head like Gilligan at a cruise ship, out of sheer surprise I guess at seeing so many fizzers at one time. But nobody saw me, because you were all coming to a stop and taking a right.
I got back to the campsite and told my buddy on the bonnie what I saw, and then the next day, lo and behold but there some of you were again. ...The first, and possibly last, day that my bike got looked at and his got ignored. It was Bizarro World.