Or the Dreadlock Pizza Ride, or the Three Amigos Ride, or the Nasty F'ing Rock Hill Ride, or lastly, the Day After the Rains Came Ride. Yesterday, we were fortunate enough to receive 9.5 inches of rain, with clouds and light rain forecasted to continue into today. What kind of pussy ADVRiders would we be if we let a little water derail our riding plans? 9:00 AM, 1stiski and I meet at dgrs2's place in Jim Thorpe, PA. It was an early, cold, and wet 60 mile all slab start of the day for me. 1stiski's heated grips aren't working, tear the bitch apart, we can fix anything! Kind of looks like a scene out of WestWorld. It's about 40 miles from Jim Thorpe to Electric Heights, or Electric City, just outside of Wilkes Barre, PA. Hello dirt! I'm told that the view is spectacular. We may never know for sure. Sounds like a good enough reason to return when the weather is better. This shit was so thick it was difficult to see the trail below your tires at times. As we decended and the day wore on, visibility improved. Maybe we were better off not seeing what lies ahead. Actually, big slabs of rock offer pretty good traction. Covered with dirt or small marble sized stones can make things trickier. Rocky downhill. I hope we don't have to go back up that one! I could ride this stuff all day long. Note to self, remember to ride this stuff all day long. Smoking hole, another underground coal mine fire. There was steam coming up from everywhere! This area hasn't been evacuated and closed yet. The residents just continue on with their daily lives. Our bikes receiving a steam cleaning. Rocky uphill. One of many to come. The grand daddy of rocky uphills!! 1stiski was stuck here smoking that rear tire, until I snuck up and gave him a little push. At the top. Overlooking Wilkes Barre. We're just below the clouds. Rocky trails. Never in PA. Heading down the mountain, we're ready for some lunch. It would be a little while until we find a way out. We won't be getting across this bridge. We followed a trail that ran along side of the stream the bridge crossed. Tall vertical banks to the stream edge until this point. Off the bikes, we investigate instead of jetting head first into oblivion. We did find a cool waterfall. And an interesting green piece of wood. Did we find a way out? Was that stream crossable?? Maybe. I would have gave it a go, but... Was this trail doable? Maybe, on a dirt bike! But those rain soaked roots sticking out of everywhere of that steep wet leaf covered trail winding up the side of the mountain, not on my quarter ton adventure machine. We turn around and look elsewhere. We found this nice lake. Trail was a dead end though. Salvation! We found interstate 81. I tell the guys that I'm sure that we could jump that guardrail, into oncoming traffic... It's a little tight, but doable. I'm hungry damnit! Jim Thorpe Dave on the orange KTM 950. Uncle Robert on the beautiful black KTM 950. 1stiski showing off pizza nirvana! This place was called the Dough Company. All I know is that it's in Wilkes Barre. Uncle Robert can tell you how to get there. I think that this was the best damn pizza I've ever eaten! Make sure to get the ultra thin. Ask for Colleen, you can't see it here, but she's got some bitchen dreadlocks! Apparently, she's gotten tired of guys trying to pick her up, so she wears that big button. She's got a great smile! Three amigos at "The Tubs". Come on Dave, jump! The water coming down the side of the mountain has carved "tubs" into the living rock! A local favorite place for a cool refreshing dip during the dog days of summer. JT Dave carefully crossing the sloping waterfall. One wrong step and he'll be washed away! From here we called it a day and journey'd home our separate ways. I finished the day with 225 more miles on the odometer than I started with. I'm sure glad I decided to get out of bed this morning!