Chicken Creek - It’s more fun than being touched by your uncle

Looks like the weather could produce some damn fine conditions for this Sunday and I’ve already heard from some folks who say that works for ‘em. So, Sunday from noon-ish until dark-ish it is. Unfortunately I’ve still got another month until I can ride so I’ll be on the tractor fixing things for ya'll to try out.

But if you are going to come out you must read THIS. I’m not a big fan of a bunch of rules. If I liked rules (and was a faggot) I’d play golf. However, something has come up that I feel needs a rule. Lately we’ve all been goofin’ off on the 100’s and forgetting to strap on a helmet because the 100’s are cute and cuddly and don’t feel that dangerous. I think that’s a bad idea. So from now on... Rule #1 at Chicken Creek is that you must wear a helmet.


Closely followed by Rule #2 which states "If you admit that you prefer Van Halen with Sammy Hagar you must also admit that you fantasize about being the pivot man in a prison shower. "

But yeah, bring your helmet. Because I don't want one of my friend's to pop their squash and turn into a window licker on the horizontally challenged bus.



See ya Sunday,