t....." is another reason why I'm glad I no
longer fly.You flew airplanes?? Now that is Verwee
Verwee Scarwee.
She keeps telling me that my gun permit is only good in the State of
Florida and I can't take it with me north into the land
of Georgia. You go Howard, Charltan
Heston will be proud, if he can remember.
Ha, if Amber can take hers into Canada, mine's gone with me across that
Georgia border. Well at least you won't be
accused of being an Ugly American, Ugly maybe, but not degrading our Country
like I did. There's always that chance of running into a
Gator poacher up there so this Gator's traveling prepared and
ready. I don't plan on becoming one of those dead bodies that Amber and
her friends go out looking for when they go horseback riding in
Oregon ("The west is a verrrryyyyy scarrrrryyyyy place," says Elmer
Fudd).Well, if you do come home in a box, request
that my son do the post mortem on you. That way I can watch and report all to
RC, nothing like seeing a stiffy in the refer room.
Ahem.
Sorry, I digress, and this isn't really a story, so, don't worry.
It will all be over soon enough. I'll end it when I hit my 17 K
limit. For some it isn't too soon, for
others,.......carry on! (like we need to encourage you)
We plan on doing the famous Rojak trot the entire 50 miles. NO
CANTERING allowed! Back of the pack, well, maybe, the middle, the first
loop. If memory serves me correctly there were a few pulls last year
because of the heat. I was one of them, but I don't plan on that
happening this year. But, then again, my plans never seem to work
out. Scratch the plan, I have no plan. No plan at
all.Confusion say?
Ha, but the wife has a plan. Thank you
Jesus! She's in charge of the food, the packing, the
timetable. I get to drive, but she'll be vectoring me like the pilots
she's used to dealing with on a daily basis. "Traffic twelve o'clock,
one half mile, opposite direction, large red semi, altitude 15
feet." She's only had three near misses this year so I feel pretty
safe. lol.
"Dad, why does that woman from North Georgia hate you so
much?" Now, Now Howard.....mind your
keyboard. Even in this hot summer you are skating on thin
ice.
"Well, Jen, she says she doesn't really hate me, but she does tell folks
that I'm the most offensive person she's ever met in her entire life, so, I
guess that means I shouldn't go up to her and say HELLO." Forgive and forget, wait that is for the A-gal, you be polite
and say hello and leave it at that, No, Neanderthal
grunts.
"Well, Dad, what did you say to her that was so offensive?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't really remember saying anything at
all. If my memory serves me correctly, I think she did most of the
talking. I just kind of mumbled 'Uh huh,' once in awhile. I
must have done my grunts in an offensive manner or something." Well that is certainly believable.
OK, enough of this. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'll probably
come back home from Georgia in a box, or, if I survive, find
I've been banned from Ridecamp, again. Sorry, Steph, I really
didn't mean anything there, I know you like her better than me, and, hey,
that's OK, you wimmin really should stick together and all, it won't happen
again, I understand that this sort of thing isn't really very humorous,
Howard's world is a little too bizarre for those non-smoking, non-drinking,
non-drug abusing, non-gambler types......With some
on this list, you bet your bippy.
My wife will think I'm suicidal or something if I continue with this
dialogue right before traveling up to North Georgia. Your wife sounds smart, how did she end up with you? Were you a
rescue case that went foul? This is something you put
together after the ride, not before you get up there. Satan damn,
Howard, pull yourself together man! This is endurance, be serious here;
it's not some sort of comedy sketch for Mad TV.
Well, the adventure begins. Heat, humidity, Georgia hills, and lots
of man made rocks so the hunters can travel quickly in their 4
wheelers. They (the hunters) must love it when over a hundred
horseback riders come cantering through their trails telling all the deer,
"Beware, those men are coming to kill you in a couple weeks.
Beware. Run for your lives." I wonder if I'm going to have to act
like a deer during hunting season while I'm up there. If you never hear
from me again, ya'll know what happened. lol. Angie, make sure you have a good alibi and
CYA.
cya,
Howard (watch out Georgia, the Gator redneck is
coming) Ride like a gentleman and best of
luck!
amber
