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Thread started by bentstrider at 11.18.09 - 10:25 am
So I've been noticing that over the past couple of years or so, there have been a spate of trips being made beyond the LA Area.
We've got the New Orleans thing for New Years, countless trips made up North and to the further North, and then let's not forget the annual Hajj to Black Rock City.
My question is that are all the veteran ridazz using these as their getaway from the grind of leading the rookie-formations seen on many rides as of late?
Not really. Traveling is fun, seeing new places is fun, traveling with ridazz is even funner. It's not about getting away, it's about getting there and being there, and doing it with fun people.
Have you met the crust punks and weirdos that we hang out with in these other cities? The "indigenous populous" is hardly likely to be weirded out by "typical MR-antics."
What can I say, I'm a grounded wanderluster and just notice that it may or may not be a coincidence that many a harsh, desert trip, as well as the others, have occurred since I board this fine vessel.
As I said, not going to bore anyone no more with my past/present/future career prospects, but I'm counting the days as well.
Yes, I go on trips to get away from my shitty-ass job (every fucking day of my life is like that really depressing "comic" RBI posted), but it's more to have fun with close friends and to be inspired by other bike peeps around the country / globe.
Portland Ridazz, oh yeah they ain't ashamed
Ridin' in the summer rain, and feelin' no pain
Swarmin' the Cascades like some sexy bees
Lookin' real smart in their dungarees
My my, poke you in the eye
A Clif bar and some Bike Route Rye
Sunset Junction was just too lame
Portland Ridazz got no time for games
Doesn't matter how we get there
Doesn't matter whats the time
All we want to do is ride until the zoo
And the all people keep holding their line
oh yeah the people holdin their line
oh yeah... yeah yeah yeah yeah..
(instrumental)
Now sexy hes a friend of mine
He drinks a lot of liquor and then hes fine
But when hes got no bed we all can hear him whine
And then this is the song we sing....
oh yeah this is the song we sing....
(everybody)
Portland Ridazz, oh yeah they ain't ashamed
Ridin' in the summer rain, and feelin' no pain
Swarmin' the Cascades like some sexy bees
Lookin' real smart in their dungarees
(one more time)
Portland Ridazz, oh yeah they ain't ashamed
Ridin' in the summer rain, and feelin' no pain
Swarmin' the Cascades like some sexy bees
Lookin' real smart in their dungarees.....
Looking real smart in their dun... ga.. reeeeeess...
oh yeah.
Implied Cannabilism, my new coping mechanism for that other thing I used to get whiny about.
And yes, I'm glad that there are some that remember that if it wasn't for me traveling with 40 tons rolling beneath my ass, I wouldn't be here having this discussion today.
Ah, to think that I was part of the group of opportunistic explorers that discovered the "CRUSS" and introduced the LA Basin.
I used to watch this show when I was six, I guess this is part of where I got my current choice of career from.
Nothing like the mystery of the next creepy town you're due to stop in, or get booted out the tailgate into.