I hate planning. And most of my friends are terrible planners too. That's one of the things I like about them. My attempts to make a plan to go to Pennsylvania for the 7th of July to ride trails, fell through and came back at least a dozen times. This guys driving, now this guys driving, "Im definitely in"...."Im Bailing", lets rent a car, no one is going..... I thought it was never going to end.The day I was supposed to be in Lockhaven, PA., I woke up near Boston with no way to get there. A few hours later and I found myself in the backseat of a friends Oldsmobile with a Goose, on the open road. A 7 hour drive to participate in what could only be described as a total shit show.
Bobby, Jake,Grant, and I hit the road en route to the heathens jam. We rolled in after dark and set up tents in my friend Tommy's yard. Woke up to a morning of friends I haven't seen in a while, swimming, and a bunch of bike riding.
in classic Heathens trail jam fashion, the clouds rolled in and the sky opened up. Flash Bandicoot
rain brings out the inner weird. The weird that you only see when the normal weird is getting boring. Mushrooms,Roller Blades,dirt bikes, mortar wars, Bon fires too close to tents and the list goes on.
What an awesome first day to a week long trails trip.
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