Where’s Winter?

Uncle Pistol needs no introduction.

From: Pistol Pete
Subject: Re: Where’s WInter???
Well,
The ol’ Dark Star had had enough of sittin’ around bein’ good. It kicked me in the behind today sayin’ “let’s go, Lunchbox!”. So, off to Bishop on the Eastern Sierra bus transit thingy. A good thing, public transportation. Fuck drivin’, you gotta PAY me to drive. So, we cruised Bishop an’ the area, makin’ friends an’ seein’ the sights. Everyone says how “Red” Bishop is. Ha! goldangit, I’m from Apache County! Now there are more than a couple o’ giant stupid pickups around, but there’s even more Subarus. Mostly the folks are O.K.

So, anyways, we cruised, bought some bean burritos an’ beers to go then rode the bus back to Lone Pine, home sweet home. Got back here, put the cervezas in the creek an’ I’m thinkin’ “Now what?” It’s too early for drinkin’. Ol’ Dark Star, he ain’t done. We cruise through town, out to Tuttle Creek rd. an’ roll. Past the Indian Cemetery, past some kind of crazy Ashram into the Alabama Hills.

Whoa! There’s Tuttle Creek on the left an’ these giant fuckin’ rocks on the other side looks like Joshua Tree Monument. So, I’m climbin’ an’ rollin’ an’ climbin’ an’ lookin’ at crazy rough granite giant boulder rock formations an’ climbin’. The sun goes behind the Sierra an’ the temperature drops like instantly. It’s cool though cuz I’m climbin’ an’ diggin’ the sights.

Fuck me, geared bikes aren’t all bad. I get out of the giant fins an’ rocks an’ arches an’ caves an’ shit an’ it’s all open sagebrush, saltbrush, rabbitbrush, snakeweed BLM kinda country. With the biggest fuckin’ mountains you could ask for lookin’ down kinda smug like, all snowy up high an’ skirted with oaks an’ PJ an’ shit. The Real Thing. So we pedal along smellin’ the goodness of clean air an’ willows, all that stuff. Finally we “T” off at Lubken Cyn rd. an’ start to drop.

Holy Shit! Did we climb this much? It’s like 2000+ foot of sceamin’ descent. To tell the truth I don’t much care for those giant drops. It’s cold and a little too fast. Fuck me, are my brake shoes gonna melt? No helmet, just my standard boony cap, balls out. Down through this WAY bitchin’ canyon of willows an’ quail an’ a big ol’ heard o’ ponies all ears up lookin’ at me fly by. Back to the highway an’ like eight miles back to town, sweet! Uh, I think I like it here… Pistol out.

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The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

5 thoughts on “Where’s Winter?

  1. shit man, i know you don’t know me…but the next time i am passing through, you are taking me on that ride.

    chris-

  2. …nice day, great ride & i’ll bet those cervezas were just the perfect kinda temperature when ya got back…

  3. “shit man, i know you don’t know me…but the next time i am passing through, you are taking me on that ride.”

    chris-

    +1. The beer’s on me.

  4. Well shit,
    We’ll ALL go on that ride. Or better yet, in Mexico. Today’s the last day of the Season for me. Layed off, thank the Gods. It was four degrees F the other morning at my duty station. Gonna grab the new socondhand Steamroller an’ head on down to Mazatlan. Roll the Malecon, eat seafood, bodysurf, drink Pacificos and look for more fixable trails. If it gets too cold, fuck it! Michoacan is ALWAYS warm…

  5. Where’s Winter?
    It’s right fucking here in Eagar, AZ.
    Somebody please kidnap me.
    Rusty