Terrierman

True. My experience with the Big Cedar / TOR / Dogwood Canyon crew was nothing but good, ever. Worked with them for over 20 years. I will never forget the little old lady that had a house on the way into Top of the Rock. Finally sold it to him when they agreed she could live there as long as she wanted. He had his people check on her every day and deliver a newspaper. Roofed the house that they knew they were going to tear down when she finally met her reward. Who knows what else they did for her. That said a lot to me.

Day drinking

I'm sure a lot of the C roads were sunken lanes where the hedge started car top high or higher. They sure were in SW England. Great places to visit, not so hot for making a living. Loved the people and the hunting. And the food and drink. Made it clear to me where the revolutionary spirit came from!

Stories like these aren't making me very sorry about selling the pontoon boat and giving up the slip at State Park Marina.

Or the sidewalk! Or the ditch!

I've suffered for as much as two minutes waiting to pass bike riders on the back roads around here. I'm telling you, I've about had it with those little old ladies.

Fine in a glass boat. Just watch it if you try to run the lock upstream. Need some good water for that. And some HP.

I've heard that reflexes, coordination and muscle strength aren't the same as they were when we age. Our minds seem resistant to that for some reason.😎 But. I'm like Donald Trump, I really don't know anything about that. Just something I heard. Somewhere on the internet machine.

One dog is manageable (usually). Three are a real problem - they get that pack mentality going. I had to use frame pump once in that situation. Gives a dog a real headache.

What were you selling?

I did the Queen City Century. Once.

Dirty Diaper

What's your handle good buddy?

Have I ever mentioned that my grandson nearly lost a toe to a pygmy rattlesnake bite? He was just a little tyke walking around barefoot in the yard. Turned out to be quite an ordeal. And about bikes. I'm surely not the only guy who ever got off the bike and used it for a shield between the angry dog and me. Let's hear some good dog chases guy on bike stories, what say?

And a pleasure it truly is.

I believe I recognize that truck😎

This thread was better when it was about snakes and bikes,🙃

I've only ever had to deal with them at the gas station. And that was plenty.

When I go to Waffle House I always get a waffle well done and two over easy eggs to top it with. Their food is not that bad. How do you mess up a waffle and a couple of eggs anyway??But I swear, I have yet to see a Waffle House waitress with a full set of teeth. Good to see you posting again mi amigo.

I'm cooking old school St. Louis style salsiccia sandwich tonight. The sausage is on the grill and the onion, red bell pepper and fresh garlic are ready in the saute' pan. Some marinara - Prego = actually surprisingly good - and what passes for dago bread here in hillbilly country. Sadly, the bakers here don't know how to do chewy bread with a tough but still right crust. I'll get by somehow though.

Rodney Strong is strong.

It's good to see you back on the reservation.😎

There's some more manageable single track West of 65. Takes off at the shooting range. See a lot more hikers than bikes though.

That story I posted about the Felt winding up on top of me in the creek was at Busiek. 😎 Busiek is also the area that got me to give up riding bikes off road out of fear of broken bones and other similar problems. Those shared horse trails that went straight up/down fall lines with 4 and 6 foot drops covered in rocks from apple to watermelon sized loose rock turned out to be just too much for this one, especially when I started having orthopedic repairs. Good memories though, of a beautiful place and younger days! I lived in Spokane at the time and my property backed up to the creek that flows from there through Busiek. Walked and biked from the house to 65 and back many times. Pretty valley it was and I'm sure still is. Rugged country in the heart of the Ozarks.

Plus if you wind up in the same spot at the same time, you get to meet a new fishing buddy. One who's not afraid to put in a little work and a few $$ for a fun spot. Those are my kind of guys. There's just no downside here. So long as you use light tackle. Just sayin'.