RIDING DIRTY FAIL.

uhh, you can see how nasty we get in the before and afters.
there was a little bit of down time and a little bit of raaaain. but it was still dope! we ate some taco bell, felt lethargic, and started off pa-shy-shy with riding the bikes. i almost died a couple of times because i kept my hand on the throttle. everyone kept screaming at me to let go but man that thing is worth 6000 cookies or something, so if i ruined it, i obviously dont have 6000 cookies to pay for that mess. so i finally fixed my hand and all this grass got stuck. it was so intense. i was all, "dont tell uncle..."

anyway, we split up and rode dirty. we caught sand storms, it was worse if you were in the quads following the leader. then you get random dirt all in your panty-wares and you look like a dirty girl. anyway, some things to remember when being packed is to not be a nasty dead weight, bouncing around like you're some sort of bored sack. you needa be up on that mess, acting like youre riding all big and bad, legs ready for some action, body ready to move for some turns, and looking out constantly for roots. but its pretty hilarious cause there are some long stretches where youre not doing much, and you start contemplating life, thinking about what you ate, how your week went, how your next week is gonna plan out, why ed's cologne smells familiar, what everyone else is doing, how much longer the trail's gonna be, and whether or not you should close your mouth.
oh yeah, always close your mouth. and secure your goggles.
and dont get white goggles. ever. stupid.

oh crap, russians can speak tagalog, its crazy.

k peace.