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Discussion in 'Pacific Northwet - Where it's green. And wet.' started by tblume, May 31, 2015.
The creek is right there, what do you need paper for?
Well at least it's a nice place for shit to happen
Spotted owl to the left.
One from Oz. I was driving down a road a good 2 miles from the coast when I saw something in the road. On closer inspection it turned out to be a 4' shark, dead, but only just....WTF?
Inquiring minds want to know, did you "jump the shark" ????
Shit did happen just upstream the day before this pic was taken. I rode around the corner and found a Dodge Durango standing on it's grill in the creek. There was a person standing next to it on the drivers side. I stopped and ask if he was ok. No response, he just stared at me. The third time I asked he started pulling out a rifle. I let the clutch out and deassed the area with the quickness. No pictures...but I do know he was still there 24 hours later.
Ok, strangest thing yet. I was reviewing a map of a recent ride of mine when I stumbled into this...Gifford Crop Circles, by gambling aliens!
Little bugger just laid there, still as could be, trying to hide in the middle of the road. Mom waited patiently in the bushes about 100 feet away. It was just days old, all wiggly-legged when it finally got up, promted by me restarting my motor. Back to mom's safety.
Thank Christ for Bambi...for a moment there I thought it was your dick in the mirror!
NOT that I know what your yam looks like.
Objects in the mirror may appear larger than they are.....
I don't mean to alarm you. When you said look closer, I looked in your mirror. There are clearly dirt bike poltergeist in your mirror, bothwith helmets. You're being stalked by dead bikers. Perhaps a contributin factor in Bambi crapping herself.
That same thing with a fawn happened to me once, I was just about the goose the front wheel over it when it blinked. I missed it and stopped down the road a ways and watched mother come out and get it moving. I think that's a defensive thing.
Seen a couple weeks back south of Dayville...
That's the angel on my bike.
She follows me everywhere these days
While on my Prudhoe Bay trip a few days ago I found this about 15 miles from the main road. It was getting late and starting to rain so I spent the night inside. I'd love to know how it got there.
Part of Un Sound transit -3.
Trying to get eskimos to park the dog sleds back in the 50's