So, after Carl’s big day on the town, the
rest of the day’s plan started to form. My
man D-Wayne was back in NC after moving out
to Arizona
and I wanted to hang out with him. He
was in town doing the Tour of Tanglewood up near Winston Salem, so I hit the
road to meet him, Eastwood, and the rest of
the crew at a local restaurant for some food, beer, and bullshitting. It was good to see D-Wayne and his better
half, even if they were busy playing around with firewood.
The gang was back
together again…
I have fans. Not good ones, but that’s what slightly
famous on The Internets gets you.
I got home a
reasonable hour. In fact, Lunchbox said,
“I thought you’d be much later.” I guess
I should’ve stayed out and partied a little longer, but I was beat. A long week of work plus getting used to
having a new dog in the house had taken its toll on me. The next morning I had a few things to do
(one of which was to check out some new trail at BYT with Hubbs and
Dicky), but I just didn’t feel like getting out of
bed. I finally felt like moving, and
after feeding the dogs and watching them poop I had to figure out what to do
with the rest of the day. It had been way
too long since I’d been on my bike and I wasn’t about to let another day go by
without saddle time. I ended up on a
road ride (more on that tomorrow), and with that out of the way I started
planning the rest of my day. I knocked
out a few adult responsibilities (lawn mowing and the like), and took my ass
right back up to Winston Salem for more beer and food.
The little lady was
already there, cutting her camping trip in Pisgah short just to hang out with
our desert dwelling friends. She’d
crashed pretty hard the day before, and the second I arrived I got to see her
battle wounds.
Oh, that’s pretty.
He is the Butterfly
King you know, so maybe he left those there for us.
More beer, more
food, and more bullshitting. As I looked
around while we shot the shit, I noticed one of my stickers.
Since D-Wayne is
the one who created them (via Dwayne Hunter Design Company),
I figured that he put it there.
But, this one?
Right where I
belong. In the shitter.
Eventually we’d had
enough fun and everyone was getting tired.
We said goodbye and headed to our vehicles. That’s when I noticed more stickers, this
time on my truck.
Yes, it’s my
sticker on my truck, but I didn’t put it there.
And I sure as hell didn’t put a Glow Worm sticker on there…
I guess I’ll keep
them on there. You can’t have enough
stickers, right?
It was good to hang
out with the D-Wayne clan. This is the
first time they’ve been back since they moved out to the desert, so I’m glad we
got a chance to see them. The good news? We’re planning a trip to visit them out there
early next year. I hear there’s a big
race/party thingy nearby that I’ve been summoned to do by the AZ
DrunkCyclist crew.
Single Speed Arizona is coming up
this February. I’ll be there.
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