On the Evansville club ride last night, we all reached a new milestone in our cycling careers. We were rolling along and came through a slight bend in the road to a few cars coming the other direction stopped in the road. As we got closer I heard someone yell "Skunk!!". It turns out, it was a family of skunks crossing the road. We were in no hurry to pass them once they started freaking out and looking like they were going to spray.
The two highlights of the adventure were Gary melting his tire as he white smoked the tread heading the other direction and Smooth as Silke complaining that "those damn things are supposed to be nocturnal" after we saw them. Even more hilarious was Silke explaining to Dave C that we got stopped by skunks and a train on the ride, but the train was too short because he barely got back on. I bet Dave still doesn't believe us.
Trying not to get sprayed on the island,
The Enmark
1 comment:
I can not beleive that you are calling yourself a skunk now....what's next....calling your self Trent!
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