Saturday, 10:30am. Waiting outside Dan’s house. His neighbor comes over and asks, “Is Dan even up yet!?”

Oh great, is this the kinda day it’s gonna be?

After packing up and heading out (and after paying homage to Dan’s wife for finishing mowing the lawn before Dan even finished wiping his eye boogers) we hit the ground running. Now, which way to take to Cold Spring? Well, backroads of course. One should ALWAYS choose backroads when feasible. It’s just good philositude.
So, backroads it is. Where’s the map w/ the backroads? Uh, Oh! We got a maps, but they all leave much to be desired.

Well, I’m in the back seat not knowing exactly where Cold Spring is or how to get there. What the heck, I guess it’s time for that Extra-tall dog (24 fl oz of Quickie Mart elixir- it’ll cure what ails you)… Now, the only things that I do know are:
-we have a tank full of gas
-we have a cooler full of tall dogs. (okay, two coolers- we are traveling w/ Dan, you know)
-we are NOT stopping to ask directions

Why would we? we have everything needed to enjoy a nice drive thru the VAST National Forests within the S.M.R.C.F. (Southernmost Region of Coniferous Forest) in N. America.

So we may not know exactly where we’re going, but we know we’re gonna get there in a hurry- what with ol’ Leadfoot Lance at the helm. I think we had most of the Rangers in the Park on the look out for a Green blur that resembled a Tahoe w/ three bikes strapped to the back… Well, two bikes and green and purple thing w/ two wheels anyway…

Dan- Are you gonna ride THAT??!!