[CR]Johnston County Ride Report

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From: "Mike Dayton" <mdayton1@bellsouth.net>
To: <classicrendezvous@bikelist.org>
Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2004 18:36:40 -0500
Subject: [CR]Johnston County Ride Report

Come hell or high water, well we wuz gonna ride. The merkury sed 29 degrees --- that's just bout freezin but a purty warm day lately in these hunh parts -- so I slid into a exter pare of longjons and got my bike outta my lawnmower shed. Which is a John Deer by the way. My Raliegh Internasinoal had been given me trubble lately, even though it was the finnest bike I'd owned since my Schwinn got stole from the 7-Eleven. The bottum braket had pullt lose from the seat tube twice alrady, so like I always dun befor, I slipped a cupple pennies and a slug in their to hold it tite. Id set it up real good as a fixt gear with a 3-speed Sturmer-Archie hub. It had all Campy parts except for the handlebars which came off a Campy deluxe! I met JoeRay and Wilbur down by Moccosin Creek, about two hogs breaths away from Flour Hill. Wilbur, he looked like that guy in dumb and dumber except balder. Wilbur always wore a camelflaged coat so the hunters would't mistake him for a dear. JoeRay lookt hungover and hungry so I knew I'd have to watch out fer him on the climbs. Hed ben know to puke before but always sed it was the Power Jello. My ass, excuse my French! JoeRay rode a Schwinn like my old one except his had been spraypanted green but my stole one was spraypanted yello. We rode up passed the damn where that packa dogs always chased us but they wasn't around today because, well I don't know why because they just wasn't. We rode up past Eureka, that's about 21.35 miles and stopped offa a barbacue place and got barabcue sanwichs and coll slaw and hushppupies which was pretty good but JoeRay sed they made him sick (right!) and Wilbur din't have any money so I had to buy his lunch and he got banana puddin to. We circled back down by the Treasure Chest Mobile Home Park and said goodbuy to Wilbur who lives their with his Ant Mollie. Then JoeRay and me squirted out toward home but wouldn't you know them dogs that warnt by the damn cam outta the woods and chased us and bit through my shoe. I beat JoeRay up the last hill so he had to buy the beer, and we each got a quart at the 7-Eleven and I was about to say goodbuy but then somebody had stollen my Internashaional outside the store so I had to walk home. So yall keep your eyes open for it. Its got two pennies and a slug jammed in the bottum braket and its been spraypanted red.

Mike DAyton

Raliegh